Some buddies came over last night and we had a good time shoving burgers and taters down our already well-padded tummies. Beer, massive amounts of coke and some crazy DVD’s completed the totally unhealthy but cosy event.

D-man and meself made some quarter pounders from scratch. I was barking instructions, oops I meant delegating to the man, and puting him on my least favourite task, the onion duty. Because I can always count on him to come up with a good solution for all the crying.

*sorry if it was too much flesh in the picture. Can’t help it.

*sorry if it was too much body hair in the picture. Can’t help it either.

Contrary to popular beliefs, you really do not need a lot to have a good time.