The Return Of The Prodigal Son

There comes an age when we, as men, must say “no” to common sense and reason. When we must embrace madness – the beast inside – and yell: “Go to hell, rational thought!”

This time has come for me, and therefore, for no other reason than to once again drink 55 liters of Lift in 3 weeks…

I AM GOING TO AUSTRALIA AGAIN!

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This trip will be different though, for I will have a student with me. Yes, my brother is going as well, and I can finally train him in the legendary “1000 calories a day” style.

The lunacy begins December 29 (Australia time). Here’s hoping the local Coca Cola bottlers are ready…

2 Responses to “The Return Of The Prodigal Son”

  1. Bernard says:

    I’m not really looking forward to liters of sugary soft drink.

    However I certainly will be feasting daily on fish and chips and burgers with BBQ sauce and beetroot.

    Oh and Oporto chicken burgers, I used to live on them…

  2. alma says:

    Two “prodigal sons” at the same time. The “forgiving” father can hardly wait and the “expecting” mother can now tell all her friends.
    The fattened kangaroo is awaiting her slaughter.