Hen Hit

Man!  I've been off the radar for a bit... it will likely be a bit this way over the next month.  Got shitloads of shit on - real life, yay!

Hens was AWESOME!  Nesh (my faux sister) did such a great job putting it altogether!   

This is the Maxi Pad...

Love that rad retro design... This is what Micko and would love to end up in... well, something similar.  So effing rad!

Decks are so important... SO important!

Houghy (my best mate and the bride) had no idea that myself or Mangina were coming.  We flew in and Nesh swung by the airport to pick us up.  When she got to Houghy's, we both jumped out and hid around the corner.  Houghy thought we were a couple of smackies trying to scab a lift (says a lot about our fashion style!)  She was fucking stoked we came down.

Friday was full of beers... Saturday morning I woke up around 7am and the house was silent.  I dragged my very hungover arse down the beach and went for a run.  Struggled big time (chain smoking is sooooo not good for you).  A couple of Aspro Clear in a glass of wine fixed me right up!

Sometimes these days are like one massive in joke and can about as interesting as hearing in detail somebodies dream (one that doesn't involve you).  

So here is the day in pics...

Jelly shots... never a good way to start the day!  NEVER!

There is no excuse for Aldi tampons!

Dressing the bride so she looks fucking ridiculous is all part of being a hen.

Dress by Ken Done?

We look much classier than we are.

Playdoh penises... complete with giz.

The christmas penis... complete with rocket pubes!

Photo credit to Mr Vagina - the wine tasting man.

Me and my favourite $2 whores.  I was going to the high class prostitute look - fishnets with the tops showing... stay classy Karls!

Houghy has all the fine moves.

Oh wait!  No... Mangina has all the fine moves!

We swear Houghy's mum put sedatives in the lasagne.  We crashed and burned after tea - LAME!  On the couch watching Walk The Line by 9pm and in bed asleep by midnight.  Dude!  We are SO FUCKING HARDCORE!

The beach is sooooo different to my beach.  A bunch of strangely un-hungover hot bitches.

Any major weekend must end with a massive chicken Parma and a Corona and lemon (or three).

In 3 weeks we get to do it all again... except with our respective penises... and me not dressed as a high class prostitute, but as a bridesmaid.  Yee haw!  Now to some serious detoxing!