1. DougalMac, who still reads each post, prints it out and collates it in his binder.
2. Bruiser does, but only to see how many times I mention him (That’s one this post)
3. The guy who keeps posting porn links in the comments pops up every now and then.
4. I do of course and I don’t mind admitting I crack myself up.
5. And now Max*.
Maxi is the kind of guy we like round these parts, he’s ruggedly good looking, has strong but gentle hands and his idea of a good night in is a tube (or two) of surgical lube and an S Club 7 cassingle. True story.
Maxi wasn’t with us in Vietnam but one look at the guy and you can tell he’d be right at home in the bush and we like that in a fella. If there’s one thing I do when I meet someone is imagine them clad in sweat stained khakis, humping their way through a hot, sticky jungle.
I also imagine them in a thong. Backwards. But the less said about that the better.
So Maxi is on board and he has promised to lift the standards of the place. Why this very weekend we’re all heading over to his place to put him as many positions as possible from the Karma Sutra and reminisce about the guy at work who asked him just what his personalised plate was all about?
It says CRPPLE. And Maxi’s in a wheelchair.
Welcome Maxi, welcome. We like the way your wheels roll.
*Not his real name; it’s Wayne. He changed it to avoid the stigma that comes from having a bogan name and I for one don’t blame him; I changed mine from Hitler Tampon.
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