So after missing my initial flight back home, and then a flight delay in Denver that saw me leave for silent-J Hjotlanta at a cracking 3.30am and subsequent sleeping in the airport terminal, waiting four hours for my connecting flight in Hjotlanta, and a crazy-mad 18 hours in flight to Jozi, I landed at 10.30am on Thursday morn.
I declared a mere
thousand ront of
goods, but with five months and six bags of shopping I knew customs would be a bitch! But I skillfully navigated customs lost within a rather unusually large crowd of Indians from Mumbai - I actually think they were all ONE family that chartered a jumbo jet. Naturally, for once, focus was not upon this dodgy Asian...
Actually it wasn't that skillfull - my golf bag fell off the trolley as I walked past the customs dude, the clink of like 10 bottles of cologne ringing through the terminal. Even then, Mr and Mrs Naidoo and family were still who he was after...
Thursday, 20 January 2006Anyways, being the trooper I am, I attended my "Ah f'fuck he's back party" that Judgey Poo organized at Cofi, P-Town - a mere six hours after touching down. A tame-ish affair - everybody who counts was there. So glad to be back as I walked straight into the abuse of yester-year. G Man didn't crack the nod which made the night even more pleasant. Thanks to those who came out, awesome night and good to see ya'll.
We eventually made our way to Odds where we unfortunately saw G Man.
Wazza hooked up with some (not so random) hotties, including the stunning Niz (far right). Jinja got Jarheaded.

G Man finally professed his love for Judgey Poo. Seriously, on more than one occassion, in both drunken and not so drunken states, wished him and Judge were "a thing". Here they are in Odds, on the bed on the dancefloor.
Friday, 21 January 2006But come Friday, my second welcome back party and Schizo's first farewell as he's headed UK-side to fly for the RAF and blow shit up... you know where we went. And you know how it turned out, ain't nuthin' changed - Tiger was just like it was
5 months ago.
The picture story does the night total injustice, but here's an attempt at capturing the moments as I sit here tired and headached this cloudy Saturday morning. Yip, we're all licking wounds this morn, a much cleaner option after licking whoever that may have stumbled our way last night...
The night started awkwardly as the biggest "Krr, krr" moment of the year hushed the excitement of the night... V was back in town {much behind-the-scenes knowledge needs to be known to understand the situation at hand}.

Schizo aka Sierra Lima Romeo with Da Girlz - J-J-J-J-Uniiiit. Squared.

Don rocked up with "other" friends. I swear I saw these guys in "Making the Band" last week!
Shit got totally rock 'n roll and gangsta...

And then the usual random pics with random beer-goggled hotties. And finally, to The Boyz that lasted the entire night and made the night as DESHTROYER as it should be, J-to-tha-Jamma, G-Uniiit, Dawgie Dawg, Judgey Poo and Schizo. Gents, it was FANTASHTIC!

The drive home was horrid as we taxi'd all seven peops individually to their doorsteps, with the exception of G-Man. We dropped his drunk ass on the sidewalk, and then followed him home as stumbled back to Me Julie's.

What a fucking rock star night! Controversy, rage, love, grinding and blinging the Benjamins like no other. It was a good one back, it's like shit never changed. I'm so glad to be home.
Here's to a massive INTERNATIONAL MASHETE FANTASHTIC DESHTROYER 2006. May this year be filled with such fucked upness The Osbournes' is gonna get cut from MTV!
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