Awwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!
Today was all kinds of special.
My luffly friend Fluffy invited me to her partner and her sons double-whammy birthday bonanza.
I had to leave before we got to sing 'The Date of Birth Song', but I did get to do a few very cool things.
Things like:
...watch the Melbourne Ukelele Collective (of one) rip it up!
...watch one of the Birthday boys sing 'Folsom Prison Blues'!
...at this most kickass of places! The Freakin' BBC Yizz'al !!!
...where I dropped my awe-inspiring thru-leg dropshot!
...and looked like a total have-sex-with-you face!
...and beat the crap outta my wingman Greg.
...making the 'Sponsor of The Day' Board!!! Eat THAT, Keyron Plastics!
But that's nuthin'...
Coz after that, I spent some time in the Sex Castle!!!
Looks good, don't it? That's me in back, right hand side, under Jasmine St Claire.
Until Fluffy punctured it with her stilettos. Nice one.
Check out Oz's mean ink yo!
We tried to play some more bowls, but gameplay was interrupted by toddlers bum-rushing the field to play Martian Polo Hammer!!!
This one is for Bookbookcheepcheep.
I gotta tell ya, today totally owned.
We feasted on strips of unidentified meat, and more asparagus than...well...a lot of asparagus, OK?
Greg and I liked bowls so much, we are becoming 'casual members'.
That means we don't really give a fuck whether we go, or not. We're casual.
I've always had this fantasy about being the O.G. bad boy of lawn bowls, so here's to that!
My style is the bomb, coz I incorporate breakdancing with my delivery, so you can all fizle on my dizle 4 rizle!!!
We also got to play with a music writer for Rolling Stone Magazine.
He asked if I was "knifey the graff artist".
I asked him if he worked in law enforcement, and once we'd ascertained he didn't, admitted my realness.
And I was more than a little bummed out, that I meet someone from Rolling Stone, and they know me more for defacing public property, than they do for all the music I've put out there.
But then I beat the crap outta Greg again, with the move of the century!
I kid you not, even the old guys under the awning gasped and scratched their heads at my lyrical science.
Or something.
Too much sun I think...I'm fried.
This is knifey, from 'the internet'.
5 comments:
Im going to get the sex castle for my sons 14th b'day party. Is that a little over the top? It is either that or a guy dressed like Yugi-oh. Which would you rather have if you were him?
Looks like a great time....
xo
The porn-star in the pink top has a third leg. And it's not growing where mine does!
hey, you have misled me knifey. You implied that the porn was no so much fun... it rookie like one goods time to me... shameless hussy you.
That looked like so much fun! I had a dream last night that I woke up in Australia (I didn't fly there, I was teleported there)and I ran into you Knifey. It was so cool. Then I got lost. Then I saw some girls that I went to high school with. Apparently they were teleported too. Then I got lost again. And I couldn't find your apartment with the cool onion plant with Buddha. Then it was over. Isn't that sad?
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