Last night at Odds

Last night the ChumpStylers succumbed to the "All roads lead to Odds" magnet to wish "Shane" on his merry ways to the UK. Except for Jinja, as usual.

09h00: Arrive at Odds.
09h00 - 00h15: Stare shamelessly at a single random hottie. (G Man "doing his own thing").
00h16: Judgey-Poo goes home, leaving G Man and myself stranded.
00h30: We call Judgey-Poo (a c#nt) and he comes to fetch us.
00h31: We jump into Gregory John's car.
00h35: Pass Judgey-Poo on the road. Scream "What a dick!".
00h40: Arrive at my place. Jump into G Man's car, to distribute the "manifesto". Good fun! Distribute some tonight?
01h00: Arrive back at my place, death stares and profanities exchanged with Judgey-Poo. I win. Wezzo tuckshops Pot's dinner, nice going Wezzo my boooooi!

After all this, I came to the conclusion:
- Jinja is a dick, for dropping us once again. Wait til soccer again Jinj, I'll drop u like a fat kid! How about chilling with your friends for once, pull a random chick - it's not cheating if you don't know her name. And remember the motto: "What goes on in Odds, stays in Odds!"

- Wezzo is a fattie. BP burger pies are Wezzo's version of Horlicks before bed. He once came home when there were no snacky things to eat. He then tuckshopped a couple raw mushrooms!

- Oy yes, and Judge should have his blog called PunkStyle.