Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Sunday, November 08, 2009
Morton Jones Wedding

Francis and the ring to rule his future brood. Locked and Loaded
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The size of that frontal bossing offends me. and Mike Kinealy, Francis's old flatmate and cousin, crazier than a rat up a drainpipe.
Francis Morton-Jones Stag Do, Finished Exams
This shot is evidence of carnage caused on Francis's stag do. Paintballing, and i got shot 14 other times. Video evidence from the ensuing debauchery caused later in town, with luck will never be seen again.
Finished the last of my years exams last Saturday. I'm pretty pleaseed with how they went, should here back in a couple of weeks. Augusto rang me at 1am the night before population health, wishing me luck. All i remember was some pissed ramblings of a Queenslander talking about steaks storms and walking around in underwear.
RATSO

