Fcukme I'm dying here.
I've had to come down to Adelaide for me Angie O'gram. Camped here at Royal Adelaide in a room full of fossils.
Old mate across from me is cutting wood like a steam engine - someone better find me a cpap machine before i bloody snuff him with his pillow.
Old mate beside me can't stop ripping out his lunch, dinner, and all of lasts weeks gut rotting food. Someone needs to bury the bugger, he's well and truly done.
Old mate-ete in the corner making whimpering sounds, trapped between the two old mates.
And here i am suffering along with the whimpering old stick, knowing the missus's is snuggled up in a king sized bed a few boocks away in the Hilton
