Michael painting his cape. Mines the closer one. Team!
Yongas! Art House!
Michael, Me, Yongas and Courtney before we went to Garden City.
Michael and I. Classy! Nothing screams sexy like two dickheads with face paint. We were swarmed all night by women, they were cumming themselves just by looking at us.
Go team. Go team machine. I think that says it all about these two "crazy" larakins. I think I see a sasquach.
Rebekah taken unawares. She loves her picture being taken. Nathan's the dude in the background with glasses and Yongas has his fat head in the picture down the bottom loving every minute of it.
Singing the National Anthem.
The crowd. About 38,000 there that night I think it was. Good ol' nothern outter attracks the best society has to offer. Look at the guy with the goaty and the badly bleached hair... your right! Thats a mullet.
Stuey attempting to get back to his seat after getting food for Jacqui.
Some guy who passed out half way through the game. Did I tell you or what? Best society has to offer. His friends dragged him off soon after.
All of us after a GREAT win by QLD. (Left to right) Yongas, Rohan, Michael, (in front) Courtney, (back) Me, Jacqui and boring Stuart, again wearing no hair dye, no face paint, hes just not classy enough for this shin dig.
The stands after the celebration. Surprisingly this was one of the cleaner areas. Makes you wonder what it looks like when we lose.
(L to R) Yongas, Me and Michael wheeling Courtney home in a trolley (just after over turning a few police cars and attacking anything wearing blue). Courtney the little drunk couldn't walk properly. We told her a whole bottle of vodka was probably taking it overboard, but she wouldn't listen. Actually we were just taking her back to our lair some good old celebratory rape.