A Week of Debauchery!

Hello there all of you in the wide world of web-land!
What a huge ol' week it has been for Rog! What with the sunny days, pumping waves and sleeping in caves it has been one too (mostly) remember. The ISA Quikkie World Jnr comp wrapped up last week and as the unofficial social co-ordinator for the judges and tech staff I took apon myself to see just how many Redbull Jagers an American, Sth African and Portugese Judge could consume in one nite? Last count had it at 27 but seen as we haven't seen Tiago since that night I'm still left wondering if he finished that last one I saw him holding as he wandered off with while talking to that 'lady-of-the-night'. Hope so cause she was bout as attractive as seeing Luke Cederman in a thong and fishnets, think she had a bigger adams apple tho?

But seriously, good times were the order of the night. The wrap party was a pretty cruzy affair and despite restraining ordersa nd a bad suit I made it, smasheda few brews down then rounded up the troops and our token Saffa female and took them to a secret garden party! ALL TIME!
Who says you can't gate crash a private party with 17 uninvited guests ah? Not me, thats for sure. Just walk in like you own the joint, grab 1 or 3 of the free Jager bombs, neck them , order some beers on the tab of the guy who you just saw leave and let the kaos begin! And bugger me if it wasn't fancy dress so every chick in the place had her best party frock on, epic. The foreign boys thought this was unreal, as soon as they spoke the local lasses were all over them, I swear I really should go back to pimping..  After getting let out of the cells a few days later I decided to skip town as the heat died down and hitched to the Coro, and whatta you know, The Bring-a-Bong Pro comp was on in Whanga. Too easy! Monster promo girls with MONSTER cans sauntered around with big cans of energy drink.  Xport Promo ladies wandered about with free hats and cold beers and hot rigs. The Billabong Girls (Liv I heart you) crew filled the beach with over 50 chicks in pink and got them wet. I mean seriously, this place was a paradise. And there were also some kooks wearing stupid rash shirts over their wetties and surfing together, dicks! These dudes were everywhere too, like it was some poo-stance parade or something? Weird.  After laying low for a day and sleeping in someones house, ok they call it squatting in the city, I call it home away from home, I hit the beach to check out the action. Some of the dicks could surf but obviously can't tear the bag like i do, OBVIOUSLY. I did manage to talk (chase) to Bree the Xport lady and scored a pass into the Xport Party that night tho. Sweet! With complimentary icy cold Xport ales, good tunes from say guy called Clarke GAYford, and lots of eye-candy it was a hell nite.  Even the bouncer only asked me to leave twice and after I tripped over his foot and fell down the concrete stairs he helped put my head on my shoulders by holding me round the neck and helped to walk me to the corner, what a top bloke!  I'm back in the 09 now but I feel like heading north so i'll catch ya next week after I see what going on up the NE coastline this weekend.. Peace and love-sharing, Rog.