Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Kalgoorlie Cup
The hills have triumphed in the inaugural Smash bros KALGOORLIE CUP . The goat was outclassed by the superior kalgoorlie cup competitor on the day. Hills trophy cabinet continues to fill up after the win in the kalgoorlie cup.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Melbourne
Time for another chapter. I'm still unsure whether or not to expand this site, which would subsequently increase traffic and revenue. The main reason for this is simply because I believe many readers will be offended ie. Asians and Fat bitches (keep reading). Hills Hood has never been afraid of a little controversy (See Corruption in the ranks), but before there was somewhat of a sense of anonymity throughout the site...times have changed. Recently, I found Hills Hood history on my parents laptop, after investigating further I noticed that there was search history for the name 'Dikjmans', which apparently linked HH with google. What was worse was when Old Man Dikjmans made a Hills Hood reference and called me a 'Hood' Boy.
So anyway, I was recently over in Melbourne/Canberra for uni...it was Good Fun! Melbourne was especially awesome, those people are seriously football-crazy! I have many stories, some good, some not so good. Drank more than I should of, watched endless hours of the security channel haha, was sexually harassed by a fat bitch (several times) and nearly got beaten up and arrested.
There was this girl who liked to stalk. I found this out first hand one fateful night. It all started out like any normal saturday night, drinking beer in front of one of my favourite shows 'Maury Povich'. Dom and I go down to shithouse retailer next door and stock up on some more $3 wine. Soon after we are joined by some other people in our apartment which included fat bitch and her token cousin. After much drinking we decide to leave and head off to some rediculously exclusive club, where the only way you can get in is if you suck the bouncers cock (seriously). We don't even bother trying our luck and head off to some bar in the heart of town. We were pretty pumped at this time as we realised we had lost fat bitch but our luck is soon to run out as we run into double whopper again (she must of smelt us out).
As the night unfolded I became more and more intoxicated and decided to trek it home after some disorderly behaviour. From what I remember (which is not a lot) I was walking home down one of the main streets in Melbourne when I somehow came across some guy's shirt. I must of taken it and continued to walk, later I was approached by 3 angry men who accused me of stealing and threatened to take me to the cops. We argued for awhile and I repeatedly denied stealing their shirt even though I clearly had. Eventually they got their shirt back and somehow also got my phone, they started walking off towards the cops with my phone, I followed behind and abused them. I offered the fag $20 but I didn't have any money so they kept walking. Then out of nowhere Whopper Junior came out and payed the tyrants. The bitch thought she was paying for me and tried to eat my arm, I told the fat slut to piss off but she stood firm. After several more attempts of trying to molest and eat me I managed to find my way back to the hotel. This glory was to be short-lived as I soon realised I had no keys!
I was forced to share the lift with this horny fat slut, she tried to talk me into going back up to her room but I refused. I quickly ran out of the elevator when I got to my floor. I sprinted through the front door of our apartment and locked it behind me, I felt a sense of relief come over me and headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed. As I finished brushing my teeth I walked back to the main room to my bed (the couch), but to my horror The Fat Bitch from Hell was sitting on my bed staring right back at me! I double-backed and jumped through into one of the other bedrooms where I quickly jammed the door shut so the monster couldn't get in. All through the night I heard the door being beaten as she tried to break through, luckily though it never did and I got a good night's sleep.
In other news the Hood won back the Scott Dikjmans Cancer Trophy with a comfortable 16 run win in tennis court cricket.
So anyway, I was recently over in Melbourne/Canberra for uni...it was Good Fun! Melbourne was especially awesome, those people are seriously football-crazy! I have many stories, some good, some not so good. Drank more than I should of, watched endless hours of the security channel haha, was sexually harassed by a fat bitch (several times) and nearly got beaten up and arrested.
There was this girl who liked to stalk. I found this out first hand one fateful night. It all started out like any normal saturday night, drinking beer in front of one of my favourite shows 'Maury Povich'. Dom and I go down to shithouse retailer next door and stock up on some more $3 wine. Soon after we are joined by some other people in our apartment which included fat bitch and her token cousin. After much drinking we decide to leave and head off to some rediculously exclusive club, where the only way you can get in is if you suck the bouncers cock (seriously). We don't even bother trying our luck and head off to some bar in the heart of town. We were pretty pumped at this time as we realised we had lost fat bitch but our luck is soon to run out as we run into double whopper again (she must of smelt us out).
As the night unfolded I became more and more intoxicated and decided to trek it home after some disorderly behaviour. From what I remember (which is not a lot) I was walking home down one of the main streets in Melbourne when I somehow came across some guy's shirt. I must of taken it and continued to walk, later I was approached by 3 angry men who accused me of stealing and threatened to take me to the cops. We argued for awhile and I repeatedly denied stealing their shirt even though I clearly had. Eventually they got their shirt back and somehow also got my phone, they started walking off towards the cops with my phone, I followed behind and abused them. I offered the fag $20 but I didn't have any money so they kept walking. Then out of nowhere Whopper Junior came out and payed the tyrants. The bitch thought she was paying for me and tried to eat my arm, I told the fat slut to piss off but she stood firm. After several more attempts of trying to molest and eat me I managed to find my way back to the hotel. This glory was to be short-lived as I soon realised I had no keys!
I was forced to share the lift with this horny fat slut, she tried to talk me into going back up to her room but I refused. I quickly ran out of the elevator when I got to my floor. I sprinted through the front door of our apartment and locked it behind me, I felt a sense of relief come over me and headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed. As I finished brushing my teeth I walked back to the main room to my bed (the couch), but to my horror The Fat Bitch from Hell was sitting on my bed staring right back at me! I double-backed and jumped through into one of the other bedrooms where I quickly jammed the door shut so the monster couldn't get in. All through the night I heard the door being beaten as she tried to break through, luckily though it never did and I got a good night's sleep.
In other news the Hood won back the Scott Dikjmans Cancer Trophy with a comfortable 16 run win in tennis court cricket.
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