Fcuking Bundy Rum, I don't drink it anymore either Mick, I drank the schidt when I lived in Brisbane but I went to a mate's wedding and disgraced myself.
My mate and his missus had both been previously married, so had no dough. The wedding was at the chapel at Enoggerra Barracks, and the reception was at the Strathpine Bowls Club. When we got there (me and my missus, and Heather, my hot assistant) the deal was that there was a jug of piss and 2 bottles of champers on each table, then after that, you had to pay for your own piss.
My missus doesn't drink, so Heather and I woofed it all down, then hooked into the Bundy. By the time we got chucked out, I'd drunk at least a bottle of that muck, plus all the other beer and champers that Heather was nicking off the other tables and feeding me. The missus drove me home, and for some reason, she was in a snakey mood?
Anyway, we got home and I immediately abused the babysitter (one of the missus' best friends) who called me a pig and stormed out. Having done my job, I wandered off to bed, and immediately got the bed spins. By now I'm naked, so I stagger out onto the ramp that went down to our backyard (Highset house) and spew all over the garden, then zonk out.
I wake up awhile later, (11am) my fcuking neighbour is mowing his lawn and it feels like he's mowing my brain, my two boys (4 and 5) are playing with their little girlfriend Lauren, and I'm laying there naked as a jailbird. I stagger back inside, bid "Good Morning" to the missus, but she's still not talking to me? I guess someone must have upset her last night, some of my Army mates are a bit uncouth............
I had a shower, put some daks on, made myself an egg sandwich, and took a bike mag into the crapper. Lucky for me it was a new mag, because I spent the rest of the arvo in there, every time I went to stand up, I had to sit down again. Nowadays I only have to smell that stuff and I feel sick, which really pisses me off...........