So earlier this week, some Uni mates and I road-tripped it up to a little place near Nelson Bay called Boomerang Beach for a few nights. The overall experience was comprised of booze and beer-bongs, bluebottles, 70s porn, blacklisted roads, man-jinas, ROAD CAKE, souvenirs, getting our feet cut up scrambling over rocks to find a magic cave, Coco the bong, breakfast cones, lunch cones, dinner cones and 3AM cones, scaling neighbors walls, breaking and entering swingers parties, bush bashing in the pitch black night, midnight swims (possibly some skinny dipping not on my behalf), hens nights and more swingers, uninvited random guests, Billionaire! sunny mornings, afternoons and evenings on the verandah, kings, THE couch, beach, sunburn, Pokemon, reading, minimal amounts of sleep and multiple amounts of hungover.
Basically, I want to go back. Viscom Kiddies, you are too cool.
Best gang ever. Much love.
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