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WIRB found themselves in party mode over the weekend. AWRM is turning heads. His fusion of Brazilian Jiu Jitsu & the dark arts is starting to make an influence and changing the way we look at life. It’s enchanting to watch.

Bills Jobs decided we should regroup and take stock in his fortress. With Max the Liger guarding the entrance, we were safe to talk in confidence. Usual banter ensued, whilst a hearty amount of Southern Gold ale was consumed. As the golden nectar took charge, the stereo volume increased, along with outrageous claims of past triumphs.

Bill Jobs throws a mean party

Bill jobs throws a mean party

After a couple of hours of bromancing and sausage rolls, an ensemble of the gentler sex infiltrated our den. Max the Liger was on his mandatory 15 minute smoke break. They came with a support crew of metro’s – which was ok, because they just cowered in the corner judging us.

I’d like to say that the girls presence meant that the karaoke started up. Truth is, it was Bill Jobs’ house, and I for one was kind of stoked that it was his rules.

It got emotional.

Verbal (Jay-Z) Kent took centre stage during the Hip Hop portion of the “show”. The white boys all failed, but got a gold star for effort, especially one M. Egan.

Punch was made up and consumed (6 bottles of Vodka – take that anti-binge people) and the girls got ruthless! The guys were weighed, measured and found wanting…… except for our mate Trash. He caught the eye of one in the pack. Little did he know that his immediate future had already been “laid” out for him.

WIRB has found that no matter where it parties, we always attract a weirdo.

The weekend was no exception. Evidently named after a famous Latin-American guitarist, he befriended Sim Waars. Turns out this guys Dad killed a guy….. yeah I know…. crazy….. dunno how though….. how does that even come into a conversation? Maybe something like:

“Hey, they are some pretty sweet jeans. I’m metro, so it’s ok to say.”

“Hey thanks dude. I bought them by myself because my Dad’s in jail for murder.”

Odd. It turns out that later that night, he was snapped out looking through Bill Jobs’ cupboards and going into other peoples bedrooms, as well as repeatedly stating that Sim Waars’ marriage was over. Weird.

After finding ourselves in town with weird guy (who loves getting in your personal space, you know - that invisible bubble you have), it wasn’t long until Cougars sniffed us out, along with one short dude with a Christian Bale complex – cryrage with the world. Haziness ensued.

The weekend was summed up nicely by Mr W. Baars of Mt. Victoria (no relation to Sim Waars, no matter what he says):

“Waking up on Sunday and finishing the BK that was next to my bed, success”

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