Throwback Thursday: Look at my balls

This one time it snowed in London. (Actually, for a while it always snowed in London) So I climbed on a giant snowball. That day was super fun.

Look! I'm on a giant ball!

Get your Hike on Bitches!

A while back, the intrepid cunts decided to add a healthier option to their list of adventures and ventured out into Mpumalanga for a two-day hike. Oom Paul’s Backpackers Route is a fucking rad trail that’s about 20km and not too hard – unless you’re a massively lazy fuck. Actually it’s called a ‘moderately difficult’ trail, but we both managed it and this was before Lynner became the badass running muthafucka that she is today.

Nature and shit.

Flying Home to Mother(City)

Pretty City - image from National Geographic

Oppikoppi 2014: The Aftermath

The dustbowl fairytale is over for another year and all the sullied Cinderellas have gathered their muddied boots and fled the thorny palace of debauchery. Sadly there is no Prince to chase after and return us to the kingdom. We simply wait. Well, recover first – slowly and with all that coughing – and once the black lung fades to a mild tickle, we start the long wait until the Oppi Ball comes round again.

Sun, Sex and Surviving the Holiday Romance

You’re an adventurer so obviously you’re as sexy as all hell. When you’re out and about having fun and living the shit out of life, people are going to meet you and then try to fuck you.