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290701 » time to cut loose!
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feeling | fab
autonomy
day on friday was, as usual, an absolute blast!
it also appears that the 1st annual NUChES hunt
has gone down in newcastle uni folklore!
after arriving at the bar on the hill at uni just
after the iron man began, my dream guy from the
hunt team, the 'snorks', ran up to me excitedly.
"did you hear? did you hear?! we did it! we
got the snorkel in the schmoo!"
"OMG OMG OMG! you did?! was it the hooker i
went to school with?!"
"hahah noooooo she is tool classy for us! we
are in the photo going *bends down and sticks his
thumbs up and grins cheesily*"
"haha! *shakes his hand profusely* *pats him
on the back* *shakes head* you guys are utter
legends! omg. hahha"
yes, they did it, and it seems that everyone
knew.
but back to the iron man...
the iron man competition is put on each autonomy
day by the enginnering frat (us engineers are an
active bunch, aren't we?). it involves volunteers
consuming food that normal people would not dare
consider eating. but these people are not normal,
they have stomachs of steel, you see. well,
that's what they think before they begin to
eat...
the rules of the iron man competition state that
if you vomit, in order to remain in contention
for the iron man title, you are to consume your
vomit (schooner glasses are supplied for easier
reconsumption).
i remember my first iron man observation
experience well. one guy was trying desperately
not to be ill - looking up to the sky and
breathing in and out heavily. then like a giant rainbow, the food he had
previously semi-digested, came back up... landing
on some of the members of the audience who
decided it was a good idea to get as close to the
action as possible. another two guys decided spew
was spew, and swapped schooners and sculled each
other's vomit. it's incredible what people will
do for a little nortoriety. but it worked, most
people around uni have heard the stories, even if
they don't know who the people involved were.
the menu for the iron man looks something like
this:
course 1
cold pie and 1/2 a bottle of tobasco sauce
beverage 1
schooner of mr devitis’ wine
course 2
2 thick raw sauages
beverage 2
middy of tomato sauce
course 3
black pudding and raw potato
beverage 3
stubbie of warm flat coppers stout
course 4
cup of 1/2 sugar & 1/2 parmesian cheese
beverage 4
1 pint of freshly curdled milk
course 5
2 raw eggs
beverage 5
1 can of warm diet pepsi (used to be dr pepper, but no one could handle that!)
course 6
3 sao biscuits
1 lump of blue vein cheese
this
year, everyone was out by the end of the curdled
milk round.
after the iron man comp, we continued consuming
beer, while listening to really bad
kareoke, in wait for the boat races. in this time,
sexy snorks guy came up to me a few times. once
he even put his arm around me. *re0w*
the boat race is basically a beer sculling
competition. four people per team, the fastest to
finish their drinks, without spillage, is awarded
the winner. every year i am asked to go in it,
and every year i refuse. this year i was already
hung over, and sculling would have just made me
more ill than i was already feeling.
and so, autonomy day ended with me being drunk
for 20 hours straight. i think that's a pretty
classy effort.
tonight,
my fellow hunt scrutineers, and myself, met at
foota's place for a bit of photo viewing
pleasure.
omg! people from my university have no
shame!
there were a large number of guys napalming
(taking a flame to their pubic hair).
men doing the 'tuck' was also a popular theme.
girls lifting their tops up to reveal their
breasts was very popular with the male judges.
one group broke into williamtown airport - which
has military security - and stood on the wing of
a qantas plane. another broke into fort
scratchley and sat naked on a cannon a'la cher in
'if i could turn back time.' others vacuumed
beaches, donated themselves to the smith family,
ate fox roadkill at maccas, were chased by star
city casino security for taking a photo inside,
got photos with fat lay down bicycle man (this
really big guy who rides a bike around newcastle
at night - he has to lie down to ride it), set up
tent in the middle of a busy road, visited luna
park, got handcuffed to a policeman and drove
buses. insanity. there were also some nice
'bonus' shots of genitalia and underwear, close
up.
it is my job to scan a bunch of pics to make a
website (if i have time) and a cd of photos. no
doubt, i will put some (the non xxx rated ones)
up on here for your viewing pleasure. oh, and i
promise to include pics of the sexy guy from the
snorks whose leg i want to hump. *re0w*
i just realised that these last two journal
entries have probably lowered everyone out
there's opinion of me. you would have found it
all funny if you were there too! i'm not really that
lewd and that gross. hehehehe
days still not smoking: 99!!!!!!!!
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