Guys.... I wish I was coming. I wish that I could be there to eat food from the over priced spit or drink cans of VB's but I cannot... $25 for some burnt meat off a butcher hired spit with salads provided by the bin behind Woolies is too steep and I cannot get Mrs Blogger to part with the cash for that, couple of dolphin chokers full of Australias finest most tasteful beer under $11 a sixer and a pack of Peter Jackson lung fuckers.
I know we all enjoy Parrot night as the night we sit around and eat in gala fashion with speeches and award presentations. It's like the Allan Border medal - Frankston edition. Enjoy your night fellas, my presence will go largely unnoticed thanks to fact I'll be emailing my honour role and presentation speech to Reynolds this year. We've discussed it and because he's been stuffing donuts in his face, he hasn't had the time to write his usual 2 minute thanksgetting speech. Instead I am the brain behind the pen this year and I will only be using fat arse as my communication medium.
Have fun ladies.
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