WENDELL HUSSEY | Cadet | CONTACT
Brenton Hills has been told to stop carrying on like a pork chop, it can be confirmed.
The somewhat stern demand was made last night, on the way home from his local watering hole.
After emerging from the air-conditioned confines of the Betoota Heights Tav (or the BAV as it’s known to locals), the relatively sauced Brenton was informed he was being a moron and ordered to get into the car.
That order came from the mouth of his mate Danny ‘Randy’ Wicks and his pregnant partner, who told Brenton to stop mucking around.
“You aren’t driving home ya clown,” slurred Randy, putting his mate in a headlock and dragging home towards the car.
“Chantell is driving, and she’d be filthy if I let you drive home from the schooner shop.”
“So would your missus.”
“So would pretty much anyone actually, but we are both too pissed to get into the semantics of it all.”
After a shout from the car from Chantelle, who was pretty keen to be at home on the couch instead of listening to this two pissed idiots going round in circles about the plan, big Brento listened to the voice of reason and hope into the car.
“No, you don’t get to play a song,” laughed Chantelle.
“Now put your seat belt on, I’m already sick of listening to you two.”
“You are hard enough to put up with when I’m pissed, let alone stone cold sober and uncomfortable.”
“But Grace would be wild if I let you get behind the wheel.”
Brenton then began dribbling about how much he loved the pair, before having multiple Macca’s requests denied.
More to come.
