What Flipp Thinks

Hey peoples,

new blog - might keep doing this, as i got a few comments and people said hey you have a blog.. .:s

so here i am sitting in hideous white track pants feeling like a wog from coburg (no offense to those i know hehe)

listening to A-Trak, here's a hot tip, if you don't know him... find out. good music and seemingly good guy. maybe he might read this :D

last night, id say a medium level debacle lots of fun including me considering becoming a tram driver... they earn 80g a year and imagine what i could blog about.

sooo last night...... finished work and had a few beers in our (Fun Room)

(our office has transferred a floor of our building into a fun room with pool tables, daytona machines, Wii/PS3, pinball machines, frogger and space invaders and a fridge full of beer)

that ended up a bit boring so i left to meet the lovely caitlin drinking with her work friend and loveable gentlement Brenton. and his lovely friend Chan.

so after a few $4 scotches in a hotel bar and a drunken argument with some fat greek girl about how much of a twat Christiano Ronaldo is. which ended with....

Fat Greek Girl- but he is sooo hot, look at his chest... oh and his hair and he crys when he misses a goal means hes in touch with his feelings.

Me - ...... (i didnt even answer just walked off.)

then off to word bar where the lovley cheree (spelling :s) made us some cocktails which tasted like apple pie, then strawberry sorbet and then one that was shit, that i poured into a redbull can.

forgetting to mention that chan came along and we had to stop half way for him to projectile vomit. me thinking he was dying, i ran into a nearby hotel to see if they had a cup of water... only to scare the girl at the desk thinking i was going to rob her.

nice girl emptied her ice tea to fill it up with water. :)

then at word bar, annother projectile vomit in the toilets... mind you this was at 9 o clock bless him.


chan decides to go home. me and caitlin treck to the rochie.

which on the way we stop to get a dirty kebab... the guys remember us from smith st kebab shop they used to own and want to talk to us all night and tell us there will be trouble if we dont come back tonight :s
the highlight of this pitstop or even the night, i convince some guy who is just starting to eat a open kebab on a plate with rice type dish... to give me half of it ... so i kneel next to him scoffing his plate of meat (doesnt sound right does it) while i listen to his life story... stupid fucker neglected to realise he had lost his meal to someone who wasnt even listening to him


We hit the Rochie, the old haunt from the get drunk and have a parma days...

the night ends with about 14 pints and dancing with little sammy on my shoulders... and coming home to an empty house and a hangover this morning. not feeling too bad though..

just watched changeling about an hour ago... not a bad movie not what i expected... only thing to note... angelina jolie is getting old, much past her tombraider days me thinks.


what to do tonight. let me know. :)

right now i might clean the room and have a shower...


new thing that i hate...

taxi drivers who purposly go the wrong way... greedy fucks.

things i like - our first taxi man who is actually a pilot - cool motherfucker.


song to listen to..... - this one of the A-Trak Infinity +1 album

Nil By Mouth (Knightlife Remix) - Bag raiders


in the words of PDiddy - Lets Go!