Brother from another Mother

My long lost brother, Lui-gat, arrived yesterday to stay with us till Sunday. A short visit out from that muddy island off the coast of France, but awesome to see him none-the less. The only problem is that we have lots to catch up on and so ended up talking shit and drinkin 3 bottles of wine till 3 o'clock in the morning.
There were so many funny conversations that I wanted to blog for prosperity, but due to the hazy state of my brain, I am struggling to remember what was said.
Apparently his mother, who is the reason why he is visiting SA, called him middle aged which we found completely hilarious, but unfortunately it is nearly true. We are definately mere shadows of our former six-packed, tanned, fit and healthy selves. Okay so we were never that fit or healthy, but we were definately less rotund... The fact that the hair is going grey and the premature balding can no longer be called premature, is definately a sad state of affairs. And so we reminisced about the old days, and had some bizarre conversations about the twisted life of a restaurant manager in the UK.
LG's housemate Blanche is a raving queen who has been witness to some pretty bizarre and disturbing things. He went to a S&M party at this huge nightclub where he saw (and I hope did not have anything to do with) some guy getting fisted by a woman in a plastic nurse's outfit... I don't even want to attempt to figure out why on earth somebody would actually think that that could be some kind of turn on... Psychologists would have a tough time with these ppl.
I am fairly open minded, despite being brought up in an education system based on Afrikaaner Dutch Reformed values, but I just cannot get my head around S&M...

Anyway, the Spring has Sprung, the grass has rise, I wonder when my hangover is going to subside...

Spud is 9 weeks today! How awesome. And Wifeberry liked her pressie, even tho her initial reaction was completely weird! She is so cute cos she gets all shy and embarressed in front of ppl.

Happy Spring