Blame game

We were at Desmond’s wedding earlier tonight (sorry no pix, I don’t bring cameras around these days) and the usual 4A1 gang was talking cock as usual when they weren’t looking for extra shark’s fin servings.

“Hey you realise that none of us are actually tow-kays? I mean running your own business and such?”

“We’re not entrepreneurs what, risk-taking not our kinda thing.”

“Perhaps we can blame it on XXX (our form teacher).”

“Yah man, she never let me skip class, inhibit my risk-taking only.”

I grew up with these guys, and 16 years later, I still can’t believe the kind of things we say out loud to one another.