You, Me and Andrew Gee!

An old fashion work function, good stomping ground, gratis on the firewater, but let's add alittle seasoning to this banquet.

For instance Hickey, your now 'Stem, who's procreator invented a B grade version of grip ball and you actually think this is something of a chick magnet.'

'Fish, your now Lacy Gee.. Andrew Gee's cousin, who tailgates him around so much some think your actually hankering for more than the odd family Bbq.'
It was all going so well, the photographer was suddenly hooked in tagging along to take pictures of us hanging with Lacy Gee... that was until Mr Gee himself decided to make an appearance.

Arriving just in time to do a native tongue chalk talk and giveaway some prizes, I was about to visit slumberland for the local siesta until a juiced Stem came to life and began to holler the words ' Lock it Up ' to Mr Gee... and the 200 or so people. It certainly worked, Gee's speech got stuck in gridlock as he bartered words with Stem, which sorry mate, you came off second best in. Nice work though, I had a good time with that one. ' Lock it Up.'

Lacy was instantaneously pulled away to have a Kodak moment with her cousin Gee, abit of a kooky family reunion considering she's a piece of family stock he never met before... The merrymaking w

as laid bare and it was time to fess up, Gee was all smiles and even agreed to still get a family photo. 'Good bloke?'

I was beginning to change my head set on him...that was until he told 'Lock it Up boy' and crew to get out of the shot, there was only enough room for him and Lacy.... tell you what though, those melted cheese balls, fucken rocking!...

You know who else rocked, this old crazy wig wearing French dude @ Coogee.

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