This
story and event is definitely one of my favourites as it was filled
with so many fun events and for me personally was one of my favourite
weekends during 2000 and my high school years.
For me the weekend started when I went to a 18th of one my brother's
friend's on the Friday night. I returned home finding that my parents
had left for our holiday house. Anyone who knows me, will find that
this happens every week these days but at the time was always a welcome
invitation. I woke up the next morning with one hell of a soar head
and I remembered that I had made plans to go to the motorshow with
my mate Justin. So I gave him a call and arranged to meet him in the
city and we went to see all the bloody expensive european cars. Our
mate Ollie was also lucky enough to have his parents go away and had
convinced everyone to come over. I went straight to his house in fucking
Donvale while Justin wanted to go home first and get some stuff. I
took public transport there and it took me about an hour and a half.
I finally arrived to find Ollie looking pretty pissed for 2 o'clock
in the arvo (these days he’s always gone by 2) and realised
that he had probably only had about 7 or 8 over the entire day. Luckily
he had a pool so we spent the next few hours lying on inflatable devices
drinking some new drink called VB. Justin arrived not long after and
we invited some more mates around. Our friend Cooper was having a
big party that night so we all had made plans to get from Donvale
to Camberwell however we could. So it was Ollie, Justin, Cam, Stuckey
and moi who ended up catching a Taxi and train to get there after
smashing about 15 bottles and stealing a half full bottle of champagne
out of a restaurant window. We finally arrived at 9 o'clock to see
that the party had experienced a few failed gatecrash attempts. The
party was good but nothing worth writing about but the main highlight
was when my adrenaline junkie friend Cook lost control while bouncing
on the trampoline and went through a window after a few too many brewskies
yet he didn't seem to have a scratch on The same couldn’t be
said about the greenhouse which he almost demolished. Anyway the party
ended and we all waited out the front for taxis when a girl decided
to go for the big vom all over the street while everyone pointed and
laughed. Somehow her mum didn’t see the comedy in it.
Meanwhile, a group of about 12 people who had all taken up the offer
to stay at Ollie's house decided to catch the train and then get a
taxi as it would save a great deal of money. On the way to Camberwell
station, good old trashed Ollie who kept claiming how pissed he was
decided to run out and try and stop a tram with his arms. Luckily
the tram driver did get some education so he stopped for us. Anyway
we got to Nunawading station and headed towards McDonalds for a bite
before boarding the taxis and that’s where the story really
begins…
Justin
had had a lot of weed that night and complained that he had stomach
pains. He was one bent fella which we found plenty of comedy in. After
stopping in a lane way to ‘blaze some chronic man’ we
arrived at Maccas for some good old fashion 1 in the morning entertainment.
Some trashed guy had bought a 50c cone and tried to eat it but smeared
it all over his face. He looked like a 3 year old and his mate and
everyone inside were absolutely pissing themselves. But the bitch
of a manager kicked them both out for some bullshit reason. It was
at about this time that we realised that our good friend Justin had
magically disappeared and our other mate Derek came over with a solution
to his disappearance. "Justin shit his pants!!" claimed
Derek. Of course at first we didn't believe it but then the pieces
of the puzzle came together and we noticed an object on the floor
which looked like squashed meat pattie. As we inspected closer we
realised that it was the spot in which Justin was standing for quite
some time and that it was not a meat patty but a genuine steaming
SHIT!!!!! Our good friend Justin had taken a nice little turd in the
world's most successful restaurant. After looking for him for about
20 minutes we gave up and decided to catch taxis back to Ollie's house
and continue on the night.
Back at Ollie's as I walked in the door a figure emerged from one
of the bedrooms with a towel around his waste. It was Justin ! ! I
fell to the floor with laughter and it took me a few minutes to get
up. It turns out that Justin had caught a taxi home by himself and
gone had a shower in his clothes. It was now that everyone at the
party except for Justin started smoking and we played games and smoked
the biggest Joint I have ever seen. We still go on about that joint
today. After we had finished smoking our host Ollie passed out on
the table as he mixed alcohol and weed in the wrong order. With this
opportunity at hand we decided to run wild and trash his house and
eat all his food. I went through 4 fruity metres that night and together
we went through 2 tubs of ice cream and a bottle of Contreau. Someone
had opened a bag of peas and corn on his carpet and rubbed them in
with their feet. We put several eggs in the microwave and sat around
as they exploded showering the inside with heated yolks. We even had
a session in his living room and didn't worry about blowing the smoke
out of the window. So there was Ollie out cold with his head in his
arms, outside in the cold while we destroyed his house. We kept going
up to Justin and telling him that he shat his pants and he kept replying
"Nah, nah, I couldn't of done that." And his return to school
on Monday was not the greatest. We all ended up passing out at about
4:30 and left as soon as we could the next day without cleaning up.
And by the way Ollie got in heaps of shit with his folks and got grounded
for two weeks and they still keep finding remnants of that night to
this day.
For
the record, Fisher only made one mistake in the time i knew him, he
honestly is a really funny guy and he's great to have a beer with.
Written by Colin
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