So I was talking too a good mate Noddy and he told me this story. Noddy his brother Pugsley and Uncle have a big shed in country Victoria in it they store a growing collection of cars 65-67 Galaxies some weird AMC rambler wagon with a 360, local GM stuff like Monaros and HQ-Hz V8s in all forms,and the pride of the fleet a 1970 GTO 455 HO. So they had all been up there doing maintenance on the shed cleaning cars etc. About 2pm its beer time about 3pm Unc says " that friggin grass is long" and they all continue drinking discussing how they should of brought along the mower. About 4ish Pug comes up with the brilliant idea lets just set the grass on fire and goes and gets the gas can. Big Nod tells em " f@cken bad idea that look at the way the winds blowing"
Sometime around 6 Noddy gets back from the crapper to see the whole paddock lite up. They all start laughing then the fire gets a run on you guessed it straight toward the shed PANIC. Total fire fighting equipment consiste of 1 garden hose 2 shovels and a rake. Can't move the cars as the gate is down past the now very angry fire. 3 Very Big very drunk bastards galvanise into action and frantically start to chop a bit of a fire brake. They say chance favours the prepared, fortune favours the bold. well god loves idiots about 9 foot from the shed the wind changes. Safe.
Big Nod said he had visions of his beautiful yellow GTO turning into a black smoking pile. So the arguments start and as I said these are all very big blokes and fecking wild after 30 seconds of berating Pugs and Uncle the first punch lands it a huge punch on and all these blokes are far better then average in a blue, After the dust settles its time for a beer and a feed so out comes the BBQ. Shortly after the country fire brigade show up to find 3 battered Giants calmly grilling steak in the middle of 4 aches of black charred land. Noddy looks at the fireries and says " thanks for coming lads grab a plate" lollerz
Sometime around 6 Noddy gets back from the crapper to see the whole paddock lite up. They all start laughing then the fire gets a run on you guessed it straight toward the shed PANIC. Total fire fighting equipment consiste of 1 garden hose 2 shovels and a rake. Can't move the cars as the gate is down past the now very angry fire. 3 Very Big very drunk bastards galvanise into action and frantically start to chop a bit of a fire brake. They say chance favours the prepared, fortune favours the bold. well god loves idiots about 9 foot from the shed the wind changes. Safe.
Big Nod said he had visions of his beautiful yellow GTO turning into a black smoking pile. So the arguments start and as I said these are all very big blokes and fecking wild after 30 seconds of berating Pugs and Uncle the first punch lands it a huge punch on and all these blokes are far better then average in a blue, After the dust settles its time for a beer and a feed so out comes the BBQ. Shortly after the country fire brigade show up to find 3 battered Giants calmly grilling steak in the middle of 4 aches of black charred land. Noddy looks at the fireries and says " thanks for coming lads grab a plate" lollerz
