Sometimes I sit and think Steve price should just shut the fuck up, the worst part about this whole thing is listening to this bloke ramble on about weird shit.
Fucking cunt looks like a toad with glasses.
Note to self never go on the project after this show.
Anyway I don't know what day I'm upto but it's been pretty easy so far.
The most trouble I've had is trying to hide my constant boner around that weapon from the rogue traders, Natalie basketcase or something I just nicknamed her 'Brisbane lions' it's easier to remember. And it's fucking hot in Brisbane.
Anyway time to go, we are eating potatoes for dinner tonight so it'll be good to see another AFL player there, haven't seen Ty Vicks in ages.
P.s if someone can send a 10 pack to the jungle in the next week that'd be great because so far revs is still the place in the world where I've seen the scariest shit go down.
Remember the Walton's man calling? This photo is from Museum Victoria and shows the opening of a Waltons store on 22 October 1964. Waltons had 12 stores around Melbourne and Victoria, and over 60 stores across the eastern states of Australia including Sydney, Newcastle and Gosford. Alan Bond bought Waltons Ltd. in 1981, but the purchase became a financial disaster, with Bond losing $199 million in 1983. The Waltons department store name then disappeared, when Alan Bond sold and split up Waltons in 1987, to interests associated with the Cookes family. The Cookes family then turned the remaining stores into Venture and Norman Ross outlets. In 1994, Venture went bankrupt.
To the casual observer Kai Eardley, had it all - handsome, smart, a beautiful girlfriend and an excellent athlete. But on a cold and rainy day last August, more than 500 people crammed a Fremantle crematorium, wondering why he was gone.