The adventures of Karate Rock, Young Geezee and Mr Cool.

Yes indeed. Plett was great. It was so great that it needs to be elaborated beyond that rather lackluster statement. We began our sojourn to the sweet Etheo jazz sounds of Molatu Astatke. The road was long, with many a wind and turn. The scenery, spectacular. The banter, witty and awesome. The mood slightly saddened due to the dropping out of a certain Matthew Erikson however that soon passed. As with all good road trips the food was fast and messy and came in poly styrene containers.

You talk like Marlene Deitrich. And you dance like Sarah Michelle

We arrive at our destination, unscathed yet exhausted from the many many hours of awakeness, to be served a fantastic Christmasy dinner. It involved gravy. We call it a night.

Ah Kai, you have the eyes of beautiful geisha,

the first day was more of a reconnisance day, the beach, the sleep, the Fried Chicken, to the roast chicken, The screwdrivers, the jameson, The Over-ratedness of Timbaland, The Quality of Paris Hilton, The Bar that was so much better that the last bar, the insanely bitter campari, Smiling and dancing tremendously when daft punk came on, immediately followed by kinda standing there, looking at each other, disgusted after hearing that it was the worst remix EVER! Let it be known that the bitches be OFF THE SHEEZEE in plett. But Young Geezee Hadn't read that far into the "Art of Seduction", Mr Cool had just found a lady back home (And Mr Cool says it aight cool to cheat) And the slip-slops-and-board-short-to-club-wearing poopulous just didn't get Karate Rock's sexy. Back to the roast chicken. The best Cohen Brothers film I've seen, And a talk that that lasted till dawn all about the our game plan on how to deal with Deceiptful Cape Town this year.

12;38 pm
the following day.....

"FUCK THE SHOPS CLOSE AT 1! I NEED TO PURCHASE THOSE SWEET KICKS I SAW LAST NIGHT!"

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMM BRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMM BRUUUUUUUUUM BEEEEEPEEEEEP "GET THE FUCK OUT THE WAY WARWICK" YHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHIAIAIAIAIAIAI BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE BRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM JESUS!!!!

Mr Cool, I fucked your mom.
Ow Young Geezee that was a wicked burn.

BRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUEEEYEYEYEYEYEYM SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECHHHHHH Click, SLAM, Run run run run run run "Whew it's open"
I'm sorry we don't have it in size 11

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Chick chick BLAM!

The beach, the bats, The panic because our friends back home just are dumb enough to kill themselves if we aren't there, the dancing on the lawn, the spagetti bolognese, the godfather part 2, the Rain drops that fell on our head, the Warumu Sake, the Salmon sashimi, the salmon nigiri, the salmon rolls, the salmon everything! MORE WARUMU SAKE!
UMOIYTUGE!

The beautiful beautiful scenery, the hotdogs prepped by Nana, the Fried Chicken
KFC IS BULLSHIT! GIMME SOME OF THOSE POPS!
the Glenfiddich,
The relflection,
my sisters friends chunt.

Oh Champs Elysees!

Ps. plet was great