December Daze - The photographic evidence

It's a mystery what happened to the last month of 2014. All I know is that I came to in a jacuzzi at 6am on the 1st day of January twenty-fucking-fifteen. There was either a hot-tub time machine situation, or my mother was right about tequila.

According to instagram this is what we got up to:

(incidentally you can now follow us @2c_nts1camera - expect only the occasional boob)

The garden route was scenic as fuck.

Joburg is Joburg and we love her.

Kruger is beautiful and there are still some rhinos.

And somewhere near the end there was a turkey and the pool went green (#NOFILTER)

Gobble gobble.

Now let's never speak of 2014 again.

It gasped its final breaths: The very last bit of 2014

And thank God it’s over, amiright?

Okay, the cunts have been rather quiet of late… for a number of reasons, but let’s not get into the dull bits like too much work, general fatigue and the splutters and sighs of floundering creative thought. We keep that sort of nonsense for the people that have to love us – basically mothers; there is no one else.

The cunts and this pony are looking forward to a new year of adventures.