fethehellcat

I give Mess and Noise people very good advice but I very seldom follow it.

September tells me a story:

fethehellcat, have you been to the botanical gardens before?

fethehellcat, there is a lake in the botanical gardens. a bloke i know got a job at the botanical gardens emptying bins. he didn't like it much on account of the bin juice but the truck he was given to go from bin to bin and the CB radio in the truck was some constellation to him. i say constellation on purpose because once on home and away one of the chicks was making an apology to someone, alf probably, and she said, 'if it's any constellation...'

anyway fethehellcat, he decided that the job wasn't such a bad one afterall and on some days between bins he would go home and watch dvds and smoke bowls and no one was any the wiser.

on the days that he did go to work he would drive around his truck and use the cb radio to talk to the other council workers. he would say, 'ah breaker one nine this is bin juice you got a copy of me c'mon?' the other council workers thought he was a dickhead, except for the ones who'd seen convoy.

are you getting this fe?

one day, on his way back from smoking bowls and watching dvds, he stopped by the pet store and bought a couple of goldfish. one was orange, the other was white and brown. he drove them to the lake in the botanical gardens and set them free.

the next morning he went there with a box of fish food, or cannister, i don't know i don't have any fish, and the goldfish were gone. he went there the next morning and not a goldfish could be found. eventually the days turned into weeks but bin juice kept looking every single morning.

one morning while bin juice was standing at the botanical garden's lake edge smoking his morning cigarette and thinking about what dvds he was going to watch and which lines he could rip off from convoy, the white and brown goldfish swam to bin juice's feet. he had grown a good couple of inches which made bin juice say, 'look at you!' then he left work immediately to buy some fish food. the gold fish was there the next morning and the two of them quickly settled into a feeding routine.

i'm not making any of this up by the way.

i'll just wrap it up now.
the lake got drained.
everyone tried to get onto bin juice but he was at home in a stoned stupour.
they tried to find the white and brown goldfish before draining the lake but he could not be found.
the goldfish ended up in the drain of the lake and the plumber came in with his rotor rooter, shoved the end in the drain and when he turned it on bits of brown and white gold fish flew out of the drain and hit him in the face.

the end.

Fe: Does Bin Juice Have a girlfriend?

September: I think Bin Juice is too much man for one woman, fe.