Australia's 7 Best Hills To Visit With A Six Pack And Talk Shit
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30 April, 2016. 13:34
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WHEN HE COMES TO SYDNEY, he really loves to tie one on.
He’s not worried about property prices or where his next meal is coming from.
Stephen “Plumber” Kaneladdy can wake up each morning after a bender and lie content in his own filth knowing that everything will be OK for him.
A king is his own grass castle, his family enjoys a hundred-thousand-acre spread about an hour south of Walgett in the New South Wales inheritance belt.
But come Friday night in the big smoke, you’ll most probably see the 26-year-old pissing in his own mouth at the dick trough.
“I love it when the girls watch me piss in my own mouth,” he said.
“So what? I don’t care what you think of me. If a woman can’t handle me at my worst, then they
certainly don’t deserve to eat my mother’s scones on the verandah of my bush palace,”
“And if a girl feels embarrassed when I feel the need to belt out Evie (Part 2) while I wet myself in some Paddington beer garden, then bugger them. I here for a good time, not handshakes and expensive wanker dinners.”
Kaneladdy plans to peel out of Double Bay on Sunday night, he asks all further enquiries, including Tinder matches, be forward to Dicktomouth Pastoral Company c/o “Bouykisser Downs” WALGETT NSW 2832