No, its not a case of the dreaded roids, but rather a tale being phone blogged live from the mecca of inner west humanity: Burwood RSL. Thats right, Chas is waiting for his creators, beer in hand, raffle tickets at the ready. As low as one can go? Perhaps, but Chas does not feel the keen lack of a life as others do. Denial. It cures all ills.
Anyway, the parentals are here now and the three year old son of the local Ukranian crime lord or war boss is trying to steal my raffle tickets. I'll have to cut this live report short. Maybe another later if I feel like plumbing the greater depths of getting trashed on my own!
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