On Saturday night, I found $20. This is great news, not only because I found $20, but also because a friend of mine, Barker concludes any story that is going nowhere "and then I found $20". As in:
Barker: and then this happened... and then that happened...
Person Barker is speaking to: *blinks and hopes long winded, aimless story will end, considers poking self in eye for the entertainment *
Barker: ...and then I found $20.
Person Barker is speaking to: Wow, $20. Great.
This was not all that happened though - Carney, my bro Liam and I also went to a Grand Final Day spit roast and pizza oven extravaganza. The photo attached doesn't really capture the mood, but it was this or another I would call 'anticipation', and looks a lot like the back of people's heads in a living room. Spoiler alert - the Saints lost. Other than that, good times had by all. Sunday was spent harbouring ambitions of becoming a yoga/vegan type and wearing a hair vest.
And then I found $20.
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