When I was 16 I went bushwalking with some friends and we got so lost we wound up in someone's backyard and had to knock on the door to ask for directions back to camp.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
"Don't Tell Mum I Work On the Rigs, She Thinks I'm A Piano Player In A Whorehouse"
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