It’s my wedding anniversary today so finally took Mrs Lebowski to 3 Blue Ducks. The drive from the south eastern suburbs was going well until I drove past the cesspool that is “the hanger”. Suddenly the air smelt like shit, the view caused my eyes to sting and I had trouble breathing. And the dope heads were training. Brad Scott’s was half way through a seminar on negative gearing investment properties.
Mrs L and I yelled out some expletives, spat in their direction and kept driving.
20 seconds later all the shit smelled and views cleared and the world was good again.
Now we have to drive back.
Mrs L and I yelled out some expletives, spat in their direction and kept driving.
20 seconds later all the shit smelled and views cleared and the world was good again.
Now we have to drive back.





