Be Fruitful.

These 3 words are somewhat of a credo of ours. What it fruit I ask you? its not what fruit is, it is what can be derived from fruit…… FRUIT JOOCE, or jooce of fruit…. 

Allow me to elaborate. It all began a long time ago in a kitchen in a Brisbane outter suburb with a not so well to do family.  Many histeric revolations from one we know as John,  a stuffed chicken and a zipper. These series of events led us down a path of natural progression of laughter and stories until we realised that we had a real Jooce for life. Infact we had Jooce pulsing through our veins. This Fruit Juice was our urge to live and explore the world and all that it entails.

Next time you are feeling down I recomend a big tall glass of ………..

Absolute frother of the month!

It’s been a while since I’ve seen someone worthy of the title, but…

Pushie Pub Golf. Mk1

I First had the idea for this epic event one summer evening after pulling out my old set of wheels and riding to meet some boys and girls for a beer along the Brisbane river. It dawned upon me that Brisbane has some excellent bikeways and that Brisbane also has an obscene problem with Taxi lines around watering holes. taking these two pressing issues into account i decided that we owed it to ourselves to make better use of our push bikes. Who wants two wait two hours in a cab line when you can coast straight to the kebab shop and then home in 20 minutes.

This new means of Fri/Sat night transport had grown on us that much that we had the following idea: PUSHY PUB GOLF.  Enjoy! 

I Like to party all the time too.

“I think the Mount Gay was a bad idea”

 Ahh Monday. A great time to relive the joys of the preceding weekend and laugh about what was, what is, and what shouldn’t have been. As I do this , I find myself regressing further into the depths of the memory realm, arriving at childhood action hero nostalgia town.  How fuckin’ good was Steven Seagal?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steven_seagal

I remember my mum not letting me watch Marked for Death when it was on channel 9 (when they still had the nine circle logo) so when channel 7  had it as the Sunday movie I coveniently wanted to tape the show preceding (2nd use and may have even been the old gladiators) then coax my family out of watching anymore telly so I could turn the telly off and unbeknownst to the old girl, tape Marked for Death. Which I would watch when I got home from school the next day. This plan was rife with danger as 8:30pm was also my bedtime…Came home from school frothing on the thought I’d get to see Seagal stuff a pool ball in a sock and fuckin dominate some inner new york city scumbags only to find that the olds had pulled the pin about ten minutes into the movie. (As you all probaly remember old VCR’s wouldn’t let you change the channel when recording)

Needless to say once I moved out of home I was renting Seagal movies like a motherbitch. Would’ve been even cooler if I was pumping this bird at the same time ..http://news.ninemsn.com.au/world/856210/teenage-lottery-winner-broke-after-seven-years

Show me your genitals

P.M. spotted in E.H.

Patrick Mathew was spotted over the weekend doning the latest in ED HARRYS spring collection. He tried to play this down as some sort of noctural hat with day-dream powers, although those of us who actualy spotted this fashion Faux pas know the truth. P.M. loves E.H.

Sweet Dreams PM.

Boots made from Fruit?

One word, Fruitbooter.

Where did these evil boots of deception come from? Look out! A low flying pidgeon….No, not really but thats just the sort of thing that you could expect from one of these blading badgers. Heres one i spotted today, I managed to capture his quiet gliding without being noticed. Proceed with caution as these types can be very emotional due to their overflowing estrogen levels.

I miss summer

Not so long back I sent Marieke Hardy an email about a dream I had. She even replied.

I dreamt I was bestowed with the ability to guess exactly how much of something was contained within something else. Like, the number of sperm in 10ml of semen or how many whole almonds there were in a  chicken and almond dish. Naturally the progression from here was onto the school fete circuit, where I dominated the ‘guess how many jelly beans in the jar’ arena. Those tuckshop mums didn’t see me comin.

Think the cold is driving me crazy. Get cubbying.