ah ha, you wenches are trying to destroy the evidence huh? huh? huh? I said Huh? (we all got hearing probs).
Now listen here Capt Deb, now that the crew has experienced a good ol' aussie pie, I suggest that we turn about and head for Adelaide town - down under. Now to the uninitiated, Adelaide is a quiet little town called the city of churches, has a coupla mill population with 2 glorious culinary items and lotsa topless cafe's - goosebumps a flyin everywhere.
Firstly, this motley crew, especially the wacky wenches need to down a pie floater. That's a meat pie (without any recognisable meat) smothered in tomato sauce (ketchup) and vinegar floating on top of a bowl of thick green pea soup.
This crew may not hold it down too well so then we can move onto the Barossa Valley. Surely those in the northern hemisphere have heard of the Barossa Valley - the greatest wine producing area in the world. Now for those of you, particularly from texas, the world is actually bigger than the texan border (believe it or not).
There the crew can get tottaly smahed and then go for a swim in the cool shark infested Indian ocean. So hoist the mainzel, tie your shoelaces, get the feather dusters out coz we are a sailin' for the land down under with your personl bad boy Laz as your tour guide he knows every house of ill repute there is to know (hearsay that is).
Will Capt Deb submit to being tortured with a tim tam dangling from her head just outa reach, to change course, will Batty actually take her car to the car wash rather than walk through alone waiting for the "boys" to scrub her, will Phyl emerge and say Hi again/
stay tuned
