The follow on

Never enough, AG wants more.

Gibbos porter doing a wonderful job

the building of a thousand eyes

street corner surveyor

The East Ocean

Gibbo decided three meats for four people was the only option


Dr Zoidberg doing what he does best

Aussie Day

station was full of buttsuckers covered in flags and stickers

the great southern - popular hangout for lonely suiciders

The Last Supper

And so we were to bid adieu for another year.
not however without a suspicious 10 minute absence in the turders.
spew? shit? tactical wank.... only one man holds the answer to that elusive mystery.

A ravenous gilbert imagines his food on an empty plate.

Trough monster

J Benny dashes inside to void his bladder of an afternoons worth of light beer

A Visiting fellow

Pete has some discourse on the finer points of current Laotian Anthropological theory

Partners in crime

Party and Blowhard try their hand at becoming cricket hooligans.

Pete's round

Mr 6% tax rate reaches into his pocket to keep the session progressing. Tone on the verge of a war belch.

Return to Dent vision

Pete was hyped to be getting pissed.
strange, as from all accounts it happens fairly often in Jappers.
Perhaps it was more to do with the fine caliber of his associates.

Vouyer vision

watch out for tone and his peepy cam at a ladies change room near you

post k-bab and into the session

A continental Dent enjoys a few sips of
San Pellegrino and pays for his drinks out of a manbag.

Robert Redford stopped by to invite Pete to play the lead in his next movie: Niddles does Dallas

Whistling dixie on one of Syds noisiest streets - Pete chose the best set for an ear hammer drinking session

Oateye

Dent ever anxious before feeding time


1890's sex appeal


the Dent with an exploratory prod - verdict: Pete's a porker

Oaterama

Jimmys drug dealing front

fuzzy like the finest dunlop tenno

shades of the ginger ninja

Now for some Oates Vision

thanks to mum and the salvos tone got his hands on a 10$ pentax.
turns out the little fucker takes perfect flics

keen eye for detail


the headless corspeman

Watching me watching you watching me watching you

kebabage down time

Fatimas

gates of the citadel

inside the temple

consulting the orifice

Oates the Lensman

35mm front line ice attack

Dashing Devil

fast than a streak of hot piss - Niddles hot-foots it across Clevo

Niddy Nido

me and poo tube killing 50 minutes while Tone perused the barbers crates.

Pete waxing lyrical on a street corner about some random shit -

I Trim the Barber

cool shop apart from all the gay pornos

by all accounts blood dusters seminal album "cunt" is real a local favourite

The captains table

cracking open the a tawny port to herald the new year

pouring a yule-tide snifter

mark tubs taylor can feel at home on any bbq

Rhyme of the Ancient Marinator

and thus the captain steered his ship towards stuffy skies of the big city for his final sojourn.
With a poorly spray painted jacket and captains hat purchased from a sub sapien chemist the young jetsetter was fueled up and ready to crack open some of the biggest wallets in H.K.
Kowloon get ready for a faceful of Captain Finance,
gentlemen how the fuck are ya....??

Bad things happen when the sun goes down

Party and Blowhard say goodbye to 07 with the years smash hit, "Master of my Deputy". Gilbert on lead guitar and the bagman on stash jiggling duty, Oates as always providing the troops with the initial inspiration.

Return of the King

and so finally after a day of furtive beach turds, grumbling and belly rubbing; Peter Vincent Barnabus Middleton regaled the Australian Oral Defecation Society with long lost serving of P Niddy grade A bullshit.

a satisfying session - it what was all had hoped for.

Journey of a thousand strides

Pete giving proceedings a sense of gravity.
Jock halfway to soiling some bedding

The complex machinations of the Middleton Shogunate continue.
Captain slumpy loses the soundbox

A nude interlude

the yardie

billy bruckshot with ink so fresh it's sitting off the skin