Hidden Creek

Firstly to start things off, I'm warning all members of this blog 2 start contributing otherwise your memberships may be in jeopardy...you know who you are.

Neway this blog is dedicated to the legend that is 'Hidden Creek', a mystical waterhole which separates the hills from the hood! Originally founded by a local grove boy in the early months of 2004, the pristine waters and untouched vegetation are home 2 many unique species of fauna. Unfortunately in recent times Hidden Creek has faced many hardships such as fire, drought and the introduction of new species (The forri Goat) into the fragile environment.

After several years of postponed construction i think its finally time 2 transform the HC into the place it deserves 2 be! I have many ideas...a few of them may be unrealistic but the there are still a few good ideas among them. Some of these include a sign, a bench, an underground cache of piss and a goat pen. With the lack of sunlight during these winter months Im finding it hard 2 make much progress 2 the sacred place. Uhh.....Shooting Star

It's Been Quite a Journey

I haven't updated this 4 quite sometime mainly bcoz Biggles is a gay cunt and never bothered to update his blog since he went 2 New Zealand! That is my mission statement. Still, i am only updating now to try and encourage Biggles to write some decent blogs like he used to a long time ago. He is a changed man in many ways, mainly because he has finally come out of the closet hahaha! Biggest spaz ever (jk man). Ok, down to business.

Neway alot has happened since the last time I or any of member of this blog has updated, in many ways not alot has changed. Goat still is a goat. Apparently he's still trying to launch his singing career which is a cause for concern! Trav still is a coon and continues to be a poor influence on the once noble Paul Barnes. Lodge still is a job-whore who seeks guidance from above. And Sparrow still is one shifty character, but now one who consumes alcohol. But then there's Biggles.

In recent months, Biggles legally gained his drivers licence after much speculation surrounding the direction he was taking in his life. In terms of driving i had a pretty bad week last week. Much of this was 2 do with the crazy and often unpredictable Simon Colwill. After 3 near crashes in only a matter of days, the anti-beer drinking Biggles gave me a scare that i will never forget! In the early hours of a gloomy saturday morning Biggles showed a side of him no one had ever witnessed before. This nearly resulted in both me and the crazy Biggles ending up in the back of an ambulance. Luckily i know the roads of Forrestfield better than most locals, which consequently spared both of our lives!

I will finish this post someday soon.
Until then 'V'

to all ma niggaz.

While being a proud member of the hills club, its not too much shame to be creating a decent rap verse. Those niggas in the hood think they got this shiz all sussed n fussed but no way homay.

Me smoked wout pissin in da ash trey bein grey on the mey, way a beon ma brutha nigga he beena smoked uhh on freakin face on streets bein gay, we sway being this way, heey y no rhyme da prey with this ey? peace btween they who goin to my game in da black on ball game, we thro it in da hoop why no jamming on we scoop, while we scope, with no tight rope we cool who no tool, who, whooo. yo the woman in this crib not bein all up on da wig way to say NO! huge ass to bein smakin ash or hash, or no bein a big gash WAK no way homay, sway this shiz siiide to siiide, haha

Im thinking of recording my first single later this month.

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Oi anything but this feeeeerreaaaakin study lads. Just today i chose having a cold shower, playing darts (for an hour) tuning my radio, folding my clothes, sketching lines around my hand, counting the money in my coin jar thingo ($18.55) fuck yeh, and driven round for no reason at all... ALL instead of doing a small amount of study, which i have no idea why im avoiding it. I makes no sense to me at all. Ohh and to add to that list, ive blogged on this site... which i might add, no-one even reads anymore, to prove my point i will be counting how long it takes for someone to comment after this blog, starting.... NOW. 1.04pm on the 8th of november.

Also, if Biggles is reading, PLAN PLAN PLAN.. man we need to organise n things if we are going to ENN ZED. And if Jane is reading, tell your man to tell me whats going on. Actually i will talk to him this saturday on our mammoth ride to Perth... and home... after going around the river. Yep if all goes to plan, Biggles, Savv and I will be riding this saturday in blistering heat. Will give the ol' sweat glands a good workout thats for sure.

ANYWAY, i am meant to be studying but i might go for a swim in the pool!. Cyou.

Whats teh ev's Trev's

I havent posted a drunk ..post ni ages. so it about time ay. Tongiht was fun, for the few of us that actually made it into DA club bottle full of bub look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs im into having sex i ain't into making love so come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed... pretty much the story of the night. right.
It was supposed to be a birthday niht.! but jason did not want to contribute to his own birthday he did not wish to break away from harbourside, and come with us to metropolus fremantle, where the ladies flooow musics ... repetative now. yes! well.. truth b e told. we all got into metros. XCEPT 1 person. they call him the most annoying drunk on earth, but i agree to disagree. sure hes annoying when he has a few bevvos, but who is noT? i mean iknow i am to a a degree.. BUT does this annoyingness deserve such treatment as a punch in the mouth? NO it does not. Tavis was innocent except for the finger print machine shaking incident, where he was pretty much being attacked but the finger print machine right? the thing just wanted his prints so bad aayy. Poor guy slept with jisms car for like 4 hours~! yah thats right 4 hours! makes you wonder hey, jisms car was pretty dodgey on the way home, i wonder if trav tried something with the exhaust pipe.
But metros was good, except for the fact that there was no single girls at all. it was dissapointing for 2 blokes in particular. Scotto and Lodgo. Its not good they trid their hearts out and got rejecion after rejection, yep it sucked. pretty hard. there 1 thing you learn i think, go to ruby room to pick up, and do not dance with men (scottos tip) thats 2 things but when scotto started dancing with me like that i got nightmares. so i had to add an extra.. with so much comotion going on in fremantle we almost forgot about the grand final!!!! yes thats right, the eagle won! incase you have been fucking in mars or like not in town or something like that. YES EAGLES it was good.. bout fucking time ay.

So anyway drunk posts are fun, u just type what ev and dont consider the consiquenses. its great how theres no consequenses from this blog ay... or is there? nahh she'll b right. i need some shuteye, ants golf tomorrow, gotta sink more bevvos. jesus my lives dead already pls give her a break. NIGHT.

DERBY

Well its that time of the year where the most fierce of rivals battle it out, NO! not the hills and the hood but the dreamteam and grudpatrol. Both teams play in a highly competitive volleyball league with huge prize money and cheerleaders and shit so the stakes are high.

Anyway we get down to the illustious suburb of forri an hour before the game to prepare for our warm up. There was a bit of tension in the air as goatmans team kept sending wayward balls into our huddle as we discussed strategies. It was obvious we were gonna win so to make the game a bit more fun we decided to let grudpatrol have a 5 point headstart. Fast forward to the 3rd set. 1 set each goatman serving for win. Straight into the net, dijimon proceeds to serve out the match and claim a win for the dreamteam. After the match there were claims of match fixing being thrown around but im sure the better team won on the day. Anyway back in the carpark some dudes car had it's petrol syphoned. ONLY IN FORRI