Mingaville

September 01 2006

Hello Interweb! Yes I know that I have not updated in a while and no I have not dissolved into the atmosphere like steak and chicken at a braai or nothing but I do happen to have a 925 so it's not as easy to update my blog as much as I want. Anyway moving along it's been quite a busy coupla weekends and I have been there to do the necessary documentation of the events. So let's start from where I left off. Also lemme learn you something about my trip to a little known university called Monash all the way out in Outinthebundusburgh. Seriously, this place so phucken far I thought I had actually left town to get there.

So I caught a kite from Pi that him, Loy and TrouserSnakeDave(who for here on out will be known as Dangerous Dave) were having a gig out at the varsity so I figured I'd roadie for them and go check it out. Besides there I was chilling and I got told that there is an ENTIRE university who were having a fashion show with model(ish) chicks out there. Who am I to say no na'mean? Would you? I dont think so. As always I rolled through with the good ol' Twiggle-meister with Loy right in effect. So we hanging out and what-not and we just straight glided past the front gate to access backstage(with all the juicy model chicks are at) while we watch all the suckers waiting in line. That's right bitch! Umm...yeah...right. As soon as we rocked up the show was pretty much already going on and shit... ...with probably the WORST phucken hosts I have ever seen in my life. I'm not saying I am the shit at hosting shows or anything but I could do a whole lot better than that! Seriously, I guess I just been to too many of these things and maybe that's why I'm like so. Anyway...In the back with Phatty, the organiser chick. She's not fat at all though, she's just P.H.A.T...you know Pretty Hot And Tempting. And yes I do wear glasses in case you didn't know. Yeah so? Twiggle snuggled in the WTF on the the Phatty. Dangerous Dave in the back proper biting his nails about going onto the deck and cracking a coupla jokes. In fact I think eventually he dropped out of actually going on stage for some reason. Stage Fright? No jokes? Or just a plain disinterest for performing for free? We'll never know. This is Top, he's Loy's boy from Cape Town. Yet another cat who has moved to the big J-Section. And you can pretty much tell that he also feels that backstage is overrated. Yup, backstage is SO overrated! We, for obvious reasons, weren't able to hang out with all the models while they were changing and shit so we had our own kinda room above the crowd where we just chilled. Anyway so I had heard that the guys requested all this shit for backstage and shit or else they were not going to perform. You know bottles of this and food and this and that. Like a list of demands or something. I think they also requested that none of the employee's looks them in the eye and address them by their last names. HAHAHA!!! Just playing. I guess if you doing something for free you have to get something in return right? But we get there and what do we get? Fucken Red Bull! A lot of phucken red bull, like twenty cans or something!!!

I swear I had like four cans and I was buzzing all night long! See that faces we pulling? Those aren't on purpose, just feeling a bit high-strung. Yeah a helluva Buzz going on there, I feel like I just wana drill my fist through something just to dispell all the atoms I feel running a marathon around my body.

I swear this phucken fashion show had to be the longest phucken show in the world! Phuck me! I mean I think we got there at about seven thirty and by ten it was still going on. WTF!!! I mean who does that...really?!?!? Who wants to look at fashion for three hours? But the only consolation was that we were able to spot out exactly who and where all the hot chicks are in the crowd so we could holla at them at the after party. Holy crap was I wrong! Oh and these guys were also quite entertaining too. They were these dancers guys(and girl) who proper came out and blazed the ramp up. Yeah I know, it doesnt sound too exciting but after two hours of chilling watching guys & chicks getting changed into Markhams and Woolworths lord know what else, this could just catch your attention long enough to be excited. Oh and yes we had the best view of all the chick coming outta the change room below us. Hey, at least it's something. Those are all the model shequida's. There were a coupla juicy one's. Or at least so I thought. You wonder why I say so? I will reveal all in a moment!

Getting material ready for the show.
Anyway, Pi came on and did his set. Now the crowd was pre-dominantly from Zimbabwe and other nationalities. Pi didnt know this beforehand and started digging a HUGE whole for himself when he started to talk about the currencies and shit. Man oh man, I aint seen a guy save himself from certain death like that before. I have never seen a more sensitive bunch of people like that before. It's sure is real in the field innit? And then Loy did his thing. They ripped the crowd to pieces! Yeah proper pulled out their Tommy's and did a Al Capone on 'em. Noice one fella's! Anyway after the set was done, we went to the speeches before the after party in the back or wherever. This was our first treat of the night too. Will we ever be able to explain the reason black people love chicken so much? Who knows. But judging by the smile on Dangerous Dave's face it sure is a big reason, chicken bones et al. Twiggle endulging in the free wine. Man was there a gang load of wine! So you might wonder why I named this post the Mingaville Fashion Show right? Well let me break it down to you. So when we were up there in the booth we were spotting out the hot chicks in the crowd, but then we get to the after-party and we actually start to scope out the chicks and there are just a buckloads of minga's!!! For real!!!! I mean and buckloads of minga's on show. Some serious minga's all over the place. I mean even the chicks who were modelling were seriously worth reconsidering. But you know they say right? Nice from far but far from nice. Oh and the reason I chose this pic is because I am not that mean to take a pic of some chick and then say "Hey look, here is a minga for you to see". That's just not right namean. I'm a nice guy like that.
Twiggle doing the rounds to see exactly what the drill is. I think this must've been the best the place had to offer. Pi tried too. But if you look carefully he's not exactly looking at the face now is he? Sneaky motherphucker. Getting drunk with our free coupons and free cocktails. Yeah boy!!! Loy looking like he'd much rather be somewhere else. I feel ya cat but the liks is free innit? This guy wasn't impressed much either so he figured some manequin loving is the closest thing to getting what is good. We weren't to far behind either.
Yeah after all the liquor consumed and having met the not so better side of the female population at Monash, we decided to be out. I'm not saying that the chicks there are all not so hot but if what I saw is anything to go by then I'll pass. How could an entire university have so few hotties? I just dont understand it...

Outy Msouty!