The ancient ritual of sock burning...

Got back from toc on sunday, and am only now completley free of its effects.
The stupidity and drunken sheananingans are to many to list so i'll just go through a couple in dot point.

. First night there crappy fire on beach ,lani is scared of apprent wild boar in the bush, quicky spends rest of night shouting " i think its a were wolf lani"

. i drunkenly tell thao about a guy i knew who cut off all the hair from his my little pony , to which he quite seriously responded " are you threatening me?"

. Me ,emmett and rick play paintball the next day and are greeted by a burly bush man weho tells us we've missed the safety demo but just sighn this waiver , he then tells me to take of my pants , which i oblige due to what i presume is safety reasons, we get there and apprently have joined some group weekend and get pummleled as well as pummeling others , we leave half way through and are fairwelled fondly by the group as i assume they all think we know somebody there.. we then get back and the bushman asks us to thake off our protective overalls which everyone else does, it's now i realise they all have pants on..... so ... i then had to chase up the bushman who gave me back my pants which he had under his front desk ...why did i have to take my fuckin pants off then!! emmett and rick found this to be greatly ammuseing and taunted me with lines such as keep your pants on the rest of the way home

. The night of the toga party was huge, its mostly a blur but we danced a lot and drank alot more and made american pie style speeches about quicky while hunddled around the fire like the mighty ducks, it was then that for some reason i convinced everyone to throw one of there socks into the fire as a tribute to quicky.. grug and brian threw in both of theres but quicky wasnt diggin it as he had his desighner socks on, but we persuaded him eventually

. I then proclaim i'm gonna get nake-o under my toga pbut after i stand up i fall right back down and dont get back up again for another 2 hours temporally loosing the feeling of my limbs

. when i regain the ability to stand everyone else is fucked up and thao's inability to say shepperton food services , troys infamous turtle crawl and brian falling over like a tree in a hurricane then decalring he's going back to the van and walking the complete opposite direction , and me winning the inaugural " mangler trophy " which was one of brians old half burnt socks on a stick , where just a few of the splendid moments of that night , i'm sure there was many many more but hey ...

. the next day we all woke up amazingly hung over and with only one sock on,

so we sent quicky off in the baysie way , hopefully all goes well for him in the land of snow and frenchman ..

being back at work yesterday was absolute hell , i was still hungover and feeling like someone had kicked me in the stomach with an iron boot , but oh well serves me right... catch up with you all real soon

keep your pants on

Jazzcat