| Message | So Saturday came around again, the Reddie was seriously chockas, You were the spunkiest one there, you even had on your good moccies. We kissed and groped each other all night, then you asked “What are ya doin' later?” If you’re interested, come with me, I’ve got a private room at The Generator.”
It was true love at the She Bu Walkie.
The next few months were a total blur, of adventure, of passion, of love, A Contiki tour, the Busabout, romantic walks on Anzac cove. But we knew we were on borrowed time, our visas like a ticking clock, My thoughts began to turn to home, then one day, you produced a rock.
“You are my love from the She Bu Walkie” said you, down on one knee, “You’re an ace chick with nice tits, but now you’re more than that to me. You’re the one, I swear it on my Lonely Planet, you’ve knocked me off my perch. Make me the happiest Aussie in London, let’s get hitched this Sunday at the Church!”
- matt  |