News from one fucked up farewell weekend

Wednesday, 17 August 2005

Judge's birthday at Primi. A classy affair, with no real name throwing despite the number of jam jars that were guzzled. This proved to be only a prelude of the greatest, most DESHTROYER fucked up weekend ever. EVER!


Thursday, 18 August 2005

Tiger was host to the BIGGEST birthday slash farewell party ever. J-Poo's 24th and my "fuck off to the USA you yanky fuck-fuck!" bash. Only about 40 of the closest ex-bestfriends, half-friends and acquaintences (at best) were present to fuck that place good and solid.

Here are Judge and I - the hosts. And me and my two longest and bestest friends in the whole wide woild. My niggaz!


And some of the wilder moments:










And lesbians. Real live lesbians.


What a night. To all those who made it, thanks for making it to what I thought would be my last biggie in SA. Would've loved to had met up and said goodbye to Office Maria Shogololo of the metro pigs one last time though. Babe, gonna miss you, especially that sexy way you let me stuff those hundreds in your holster. So gets me going!

Friday, 19 August 2005

Onto my final farewell before leaving. Dinner with The Boyz. And only The Boyz. And bling-bling money ain't a thang dinner at the Meat Co, P-Town. Relatively tame, but the calm before the storm. The storm? Odds. Our home before we met Tiger.


If you wondering, the pink cowboy hat is a gift from Jadey-Poo (Judgey-Poo's missus). Just to get me into the swing of things in Denver.

Shame. The club was empty. And that's how we like it. The deeds were signed, and we were ready to OWN that place. Such dance offs. Lead by the fearless leader Pot, backed up by Wezzo, Morelsh, Judge, me and a couple others. The Boyz, 99. Others (including real ravers), 0. Such a night!


Some belters.


And the evening's and next morning's proceedings.




Shhhh. I think there are issues.

Don't you love propaganda. Show what you wanna show!

Pallooza got ratted. Found himself a real dog-ugly dog.

And my hat won me a Kitsch 'n Kool prize. I think it was cos I was cool. Kidding, kitsch definitely.


And so ended the night at half-past something. Belive it or not, but a bigger night than Tiger. Cos we owned Odds. But we always did.

That was the longest News ever. So great. And that's a good one to end of with.

Signing off for the last time in this great country of ours. It's not goodbye, but farewell. So it's off to the US of A til Feb '06. Catch my destroying at Dari Dawg in the USA.

PS.
To my people, thanks for the two biggest farewells ever. I'll remember this week forever!I'm gonna miss these nights. The DESHTROYING! The RAMPAGE! The RAT-FACEDNESS! I'm gonna miss you. Seriously. Stay real, fly the flag, keep it safe. I love you guys.
{sob!}