Same, But Different... Nick Riewoldt VS Llama

BAD MOVE: THE FILM CLIP

This is a few months old now, but it occured to me I'd never posted it on my own blog. Here it is. Directed by Ellery Ryan Jnr.

Lord Pim

IF YOU DONT DANCE YOU'RE NO FRIEND OF MINE!

So I was shooting some photos today around Melbourne with the mega talented Wayne Quilliam and I needed a Barber. I needed one because my hair game was all fucked up and I also wanted to take some shots in a barbershop and by chance on our Journey we'd seen one.

This shop was classic, it had a picture of Lionel Rose shaping up to Elvis and a gang of interesting shit on the walls. Even more interesting was the barber himself. He had his top teeth missing and i could barely understand what he was saying to me. But what i did understand was that he wasn't having ANY picture taken while he was getting down to work, only because from what i gathered, he'd let someone take a picture whilst he was at work a while back and they then went on and gained some kind of a fame about themselves in england and he was left to marinade in his humble melbourne barbershop with the picture of the King and Elvis Presley on the wall. It really ruffled his feathers. Because he then went on about dancing for some unknown reason.

I didn't really catch what he was on about but it went something like..

HIM: YOU DONT DANCE!
BRIGGS: WHAT?
HIM: YOU GOTTA DANCE, YOU DONT DANCE!
BRIGGS: AIGHT?
HIM: HOW DO YOU LOSE WEIGHT?
BRIGGS: FUCKIN, CUT OUT CARBS OR SOMETHING?
HIM: BULLSHIT! YOU DANCE! YOU WANT A GIRL TO SUCK YOUR DICK?! YOU DANCE!
BRIGGS: COOL.'

And it was at this point i figured it'd be best not to let this old gent near me with a straight razor.

YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TOOTH!

March 26th, my wisdom teeth have a date with the dentist.

So I'm sitting in the waiting room thinking I'm going to get the last 3 of my Wisdom teeth pulled out of my skull. See I already had one pulled last year.

Anyway i go into the chair and im told they only do one at a time here. They take a look and tell me my tooth is super close to the nerve in my jaw and if they bruise/cut this nerve i might not be able to feel my tongue/lip ever again. I sign my tooth away and take the risk, they inject my mouth with the local anesthetic and away we go.

Mouth Numb, Thumbs up.

The Dentist going to work on my tooth.

And he finally removed my wisdom.

The instruments used in the days massacre. Friendly lookin fellows right?

So i only have my left side (crip side) of my wisdom teeth left.

Soon they'll be gone too.

Party On

B

Son, Where's My Car?

So I was watching 'To Catch A Predator' and it reminded me of a story from my childhood. And yes well I'm aware of how creepy it is that watching 'To Catch A Predator' reminds of a story from my childhood.

Well it goes something like this.

When I was 4 or 5 years old I awoke to a christmas morning unlike any other, I got a car. Straight up and down, young Briggs got a 'Benz for Jesus's b'day. This was crazy, I was stoked. Somehow Santa and his squad of elves had knocked together a replica 'Benz for me in his workshop and again somehow fitted that joint into his sack and sleigh and delivered that bitch to Shepparton, Australia to my delight.

I loved that whip. I would (pedal) cruise around the strip (front footpath of my house) and i would park it away at night. It was my most loved possession.

Then after one night where i didnt pull it in to the driveway, it was stolen. I didn't listen to my Dad, he said 'go on then, leave it there, someone will steal it' and they did.

I was shattered. There was to be no more (pedal) cruising around the strip (front footpath of my house) there was no more Briggs Benz, all the workmanship from Santa and his squad of elves is now being enjoyed by some other sod.

But time moves on.

Across the road to where I live, now lives my friend Liam. But before Liam lived there a friend of my mothers lived there. But even before the friend of my mothers lived there, MegaCreep3000 lived there and my mum went over to tell her.

So Mum goes across the way to see her friend and fill her in on what used to live in that house. One of victorias/australias worst child offenders, Lance something or MegaCreep3000. And so being a good friend Mother went across there and fills her in on the rankness. Mums friend is shocked, appalled and all of the above. She's shattered, much like myself when i was 4 or 5. And then she looks sick, Mum asks her if she's okay? 'Are you okay?' 'Yes, but ugghhhhh when i was cleaning out the shed I found a little black pedal car'

A LITTLE BLACK PEDAL CAR?!

So as it turns out, my whip was stolen by a pedophile.

Fucking CREEP!

And I STILL dont have a 'Benz.

Briggamortis - out.

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