The Cas on a Friday night“Cmon girls, how about a lap dance” taunted some stupid fucko from one of the poker pit tables
“I don’t think so fucko, look at your assets there (pointing out his tiny 'stack'), you can’t even afford to buy us a drink”
Then our favourite dealer, who is not unlike the original Shaft
with his smooth moves and funky afro, grabs him by the scruff of the neck and hurls him out of the pit while we cash in our $$$ to go home with a tidy profit.
The ‘big game’So I got all my photos printed from china and put them in an album, it only took a full year to get around to it, but I guess all you need is a Saturday arvo with nothing better to do.
City to Bay SundayMy sister ran 12 km non-stop, so tg and I went for a tribute jog around veale gardens and got whistled at by a large congregation of homeless men.
Overall, for having no plans, the weekend turned out pretty good, oh apart from watching Garden State and being annoyed by Natalie Portman for two hours on Sat night.