dog eat dog.

The Dog's bucks was something else. One of the blokeyest days Iv'e experienced. Which probably doesn't say much when you take into account the sissy's I call my mates. Put it this way I aint never been pig shooting. It began with testosterone fueled paintball with 20 odd mates followed by beers which led to more beers. There was chanting, boot swilling and even a stripper showed up despite the dog's wife Sharnz throwing down a strict no stripper policy. The Warrawong lass was definately no prize pig - but Koot handpicked her - albiet sight unseen from the yellowpages. One of the funniest things I remember from the night was the sound of the strippers barely audible stereo on full volume. Things got kind of awkward until everything got directed to Koot stripping down and playing his own skin flute in the hope that she'd succumb to his the lure of his now famous rig. Shortly after the event his mother deleted him on facebook. But he managed to get off scott free with Sharnee by pinning the booking on Dav. jk.