Snuffaluphagus
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DAY 1
BRRRURRPPP BRUUURRRPPP goes the horn of Bell's International CXT pick-up truck as he screeches the tyres to a halt in front of an immaculate lawn bordered by a classical white picket fence.
"Out you get f******ds" shrieks Bell as Walls, Carr, Boyd and Corey use the 7 rung ladder to scurry down from the passenger seats
Take me back 'cause I wanna stay, Save your tears for ano...
"* me, not again" sighs Bell, grabbing his phone as he finally gets down from the truck.
Save your tears for another day, save your tears for another day
"Adam, yes, it's not my problem, you made your choice now you have to.."
"Look, I really dont give a s**t if Sam gave you a wet-willy, talk to Voss about it, I have to go"
beep beep beep
"Kid is never going to be a 3 x premiership player like me with that attitude" boasts Corey as Carr mocks him with a scrunched up face behind his back before Corey swiftly turns around and kicks Carr in the nuts.
"Wallsy, what are you doing?" Bell derides
"Coming inside boss"
"Aaaannddd what about the bags, they arent going to carry themselves?"
"Sorry boss thought with the promotion and all..."
"Budget cuts Wallsy, we all need to put in a bit more around here, be a team player"
Wallsy turns around solemnly and begins the climb to the truck trailer, the pile of suitcases and sleeping bags tall enough it'd give Sandi a run for his money
DUH DUH DUH DUUUUUUHHHH, DUH DUH DUH DUUUUUUHHHH bellow Beethovens symphony No. 5 from Bell's phone
"Stephen, how can I help" chides Bell, switching to his media voice
"Yep... Ahha... yep... yes I see"
Beep beep beep
"What did Wells want?" squeeks Carr from the floor in the foetal position
"I dont know" Bell replies
"He said something about pick 8 and I blanked out before hanging up"
The coach group arrives to the front door, a vintage wooden door, its fresh coat of white paint glistening off the sun.
Ding-Do..
The door springs open, a tall lanky man with perfectly styled salt and pepper hair stands in the doorway
"JL" grunts Bell
"Ummm, hey guys, come in, make yourselves umm comfortable, the family are out for the next week and a half. I've made mimosas"
Editors note: I'll do mah best peeps but reserve the right to disappear from this thread for days on end as required
BRRRURRPPP BRUUURRRPPP goes the horn of Bell's International CXT pick-up truck as he screeches the tyres to a halt in front of an immaculate lawn bordered by a classical white picket fence.
"Out you get f******ds" shrieks Bell as Walls, Carr, Boyd and Corey use the 7 rung ladder to scurry down from the passenger seats
Take me back 'cause I wanna stay, Save your tears for ano...
"* me, not again" sighs Bell, grabbing his phone as he finally gets down from the truck.
Save your tears for another day, save your tears for another day
"Adam, yes, it's not my problem, you made your choice now you have to.."
"Look, I really dont give a s**t if Sam gave you a wet-willy, talk to Voss about it, I have to go"
beep beep beep
"Kid is never going to be a 3 x premiership player like me with that attitude" boasts Corey as Carr mocks him with a scrunched up face behind his back before Corey swiftly turns around and kicks Carr in the nuts.
"Wallsy, what are you doing?" Bell derides
"Coming inside boss"
"Aaaannddd what about the bags, they arent going to carry themselves?"
"Sorry boss thought with the promotion and all..."
"Budget cuts Wallsy, we all need to put in a bit more around here, be a team player"
Wallsy turns around solemnly and begins the climb to the truck trailer, the pile of suitcases and sleeping bags tall enough it'd give Sandi a run for his money
DUH DUH DUH DUUUUUUHHHH, DUH DUH DUH DUUUUUUHHHH bellow Beethovens symphony No. 5 from Bell's phone
"Stephen, how can I help" chides Bell, switching to his media voice
"Yep... Ahha... yep... yes I see"
Beep beep beep
"What did Wells want?" squeeks Carr from the floor in the foetal position
"I dont know" Bell replies
"He said something about pick 8 and I blanked out before hanging up"
The coach group arrives to the front door, a vintage wooden door, its fresh coat of white paint glistening off the sun.
Ding-Do..
The door springs open, a tall lanky man with perfectly styled salt and pepper hair stands in the doorway
"JL" grunts Bell
"Ummm, hey guys, come in, make yourselves umm comfortable, the family are out for the next week and a half. I've made mimosas"
Editors note: I'll do mah best peeps but reserve the right to disappear from this thread for days on end as required
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