Week 7 Update

Wildlife at the Beav had to head for cover as the Island Shepard was rounding em up.
Well, Hot Dog night went incredibly well.

Somehow Kirky manages to provide 20 hot dogs, 7 sausages, 2 cans of beans and 4 bags of chips and miniature buns for the golfers with a budget of only $150.00. I was left to help him clean up and we had a deep throat contest with the remaining charred dogs - I won!
The first half of the season was won by the fella's from Fed Excrement. The match was a close one with Lester coming through with a clutch shoton number nine (I thought it was his 9th shot of the hole but the scorecard said 4) well done Master Thespian!
The overcooked sausage is not being handled well by my system and I may have to get the jaws of life to pry it out of my colon.
The best thing about Hot Dog night is not visiting the shit hole known as "Sandies".

We had a report of young man Turner snapping like a twig when his Rotary phone kept ringing. He was repeatedly interupted from halving the chicken fingers and he came close to tearing the sleeveless shirt off his chiseled frame.