Saturday, January 31, 2009

We All Live In A Bogged Submarine

It's not uncommon when doofing to come across someone who has bogged their vehicle in the mud. You have to strop and give them a hand. But it is a little bit odd when the bogged vehicle is a submarine. I mean, have you seen the size of those things? And how in the fuck do you get a submarine bogged? What the hell kind of drugs are people on that they think they can drive a submarine to a bush party? And where can I get some of those drugs because the tripped out bastards almost made it.
Mind you, I don't appear to be helping the unboggingness of the submarine so much as just going, "Whoa... check this out. I'm on the deck of a bogged submarine in the middle of a park in country New South Wales. Quite cool."

4 comments:

Kathryn said...

That is very funny. Wonder how they managed to get their mitts on a sub at the last minute? Won't it be missed? By the way, nice hat. ;)

Lee said...

It was the best excuse for a sudden U-turn in a sleepy country town ever... "The fuck? Was that a submarine in a park we just passed?"

And are you knocking my hat, Kat?

Kathryn said...

No. It suits you. I like hats. By the way, nice goatee. ;)

Lee said...

My hat suits me? My banged up and rumpled dusty hat suits me? What the hell are you trying to tell me?