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As the lads roll into the sinful, but somehow also steril, main drag of Surfer’s Paradise, their stomachs bubble with excitement for the weekend to follow.
Kev, a 29-year-old Betoota-based mechanic is getting married, so he’s gathered his best, brightest and naughtiest mates for ‘one last’ blow out.
The men, some who haven’t seen each other in years, appear to have already gotten the bonding out of the way, as they walk completely in sync towards the nearest Hogsbreath Cafe.
“Can you at least get a schooner at this place” asks Andy, Kel’s older brother who seems far more interested in a venue where naked women dance.
“I’m not that hungry hey. I had maccas before the flight”
The only man that can answer this growing list of ambitious questions about where to whether you can bring home guests to the hotel is Bodie. Kel’s goofy mate from work who is taking complete ownership for the weekend.
“Just hold on fellas. I’ve got something to show you”
As the group of 9 settle into their steak and curly fries over a few tumbler-sized rum and cokes, Bodie stands up to unveil his hard work. Something he believes will surely be one of the most memorable moments of the entire bucks party.
“Fellas…” he begins.
“Remember when I asked you your shirt sizes…”
The few members of the group who have cottoned on to what is happening begin to groan. Bodie either doesn’t notice or ignores their very obvious disdain for what he has done.
“Well, I’ve got us some shirt made up!”
As he takes off his button up, Bodie grins while revealing the ‘official shirt’ for the weekend. A low quality singlet that reads:
Goldie, 2019
Yeah The Boys!
A couple of Kev’s younger cousins, who haven’t been away on a weekend like this before, cheer – before realising this is more of a ‘aawww no you didn’t haha’ moment.
Kev is quick to thank his dorky event planner, and makes a point of putting his shirt on first. Bodie seems chuffed and starts handing out the others.
“Haha you gotta wear them all weekend! No exceptions”
“Haha”
