Dang son, one of the most important things you can do in life is not look like you are some skeezy roadside Kwinana freeway crack-hound selling vials to minors. Do you have a pubey moustache/wear Dada tracky-dacks that smell suspiciously ‘piss-like’? Or are you a rich kid from Trigg whose mum lends you $50 for lunch but instead you use it to buy product to sell to that 16 yo tuppy from All Saints that you’ve guiltily had your eyes on?
If you haven’t already seen it on the news, the notorious Kings Cross has been under scrutiny in the media once again. Sydney teenagers Thomas Kelly and Daniel Christie were sadly both bashed to death in the area on separate occasions over the past two years by being “king hit”, a one punch attack that causes a fatal blow.
That awkward moment when you’ve taken a lovely lady home from the venue and everything is feeling right, the mood is set, the sexual sensation is there and she is more than happy to rip you bare from your clothes. However, there is a problem; you can’t keep your member up, wow bad luck for you!
There’s always going to be these kinds of people, no matter where you are. You could be at a bar, on the streets, at a concert - it doesn’t matter. There is always going to be people who have a ‘pill face’. And it’s really fun to spot them because, let’s face it, they don’t hide it very well, especially first timers.
Every fuckwit with $25 is lining up to see The Great Gatsby in 3D, because for some ungodly reason everyone is gagging to see Baz Luhrman fingerbang the jazz-age like an autistic step daughter. But the Fitzgeralds – with their bipolar and substance dependence – weren’t the only party loving authors to get spewed out of the US.
At some point in your life, you will either attend a house party or host one. Personally, attending one is the better option, just think - no stress, no responsibility, zero care for anything, and no lecture in the morning (if you live with your ‘rents). BONUS!
Who likes to go out and have fun on the weekend? Or if you are a real party animal, maybe even during the week? But let’s face it, in all reality we need to work our asses off during the week to support our party life on the weekend. It is a vicious cycle!