4pm.
Oh my god.
It was pouring.
Like god din care at all.
Oh cmon, spare me this day.
Ive got a pit for the love of mother and child!
The plan had to go on.
Cos everyone is already psyched. LOL.
Met Andre at White Sands.
Got his balls excited by buying the much anticipated Ben&Jerrys lip balm.
Flavour a la "Cookie Dough".
And since then, he couldnt get enough of fake cookie dough spread over his lips.
Made our way to Downtown, caught up with Ira, Syaz and Acap at BK.
Bought sticks, drinks and other necassary pit shit, and took a cab down to Pit 61.
Noone was there.
It was only us and our god-forsaken umbrellas.
My hair was gone, my make up has started to fade, and obviously everyone was pissed.
"FUCK THIS PIT IS SOO GOING TO COCK UP" HAHA.
Waited under the umbrella, standing beside the wet pit, puffing.
&soon before long, the rest arrived.
Finally, the chicken wings are burning.
Lets just say, it was midnight when everything started to feel like a god damn party.
It was great. (:
These are some captured moments after the jump.
Nigger, Skinny, ME and the Bdae girl.
Scare yourself.
Suckers.
Man in Coma.
The tormented cake.
Nabil the hottie.
This guy loves Iron Maiden.
Guess whos drunk in this picture.
Bye!
