If they were hot then it's all good Blues

This one time I got kicked out a party and so I started walking home, it would've been a 35-45km journey so I got my joggin' on. About a third of the way in I hear these two guys talking real loud and I start to panic. They're coming towards me. I thought "I'll hide in this bush" but it was like a group of four skinny plants and wouldn't have done . So I turned around and just started walking back until I could lose them.

Turns out they were real nice fellas having some trouble. One was being hit on by this slutty chick whose boyfriend now wanted to rough him up with a steel pipe or something, and the other guy was a concerned brodude who went looking for him. Guy A had the same idea as me -- let's walk home. Except he lived in like, Nambour or something. >9000km away.

I eventually found out that "getting kicked out" was a ruse for "trying to get rid of all the gate crashers" so I was like smurf it let's go back. I ended up walking/running about 20km and came back and slept on a hill. Then I slid down the hill, like, run run run slide standing up, because it was grassy, and I almost fell in the fire.

Then we got up at 7 and ate bacon. smurfing awesome bacon.