spilt milk

Another year gone by and we're back into summer. Days filled with multiple hour trips to cottosloe beach to meet all your friends that enjoy cooking themselves in the heat of the day. However, this is not the case for the 'high class' and self absorbed TC lads. These boys wait all year for a simple tradition. Dying patches in your hair with peroxide is a really cool thing. No! Really! Why do you think I'm being sarcastic?!



It’s all filled with class and style, I assume you. Having 78% of your hair the colour of a dark brown and other 22% in a beautiful yellow and occasionally white colour brings out there tank bodies and bulging biceps. Conversations filled with narcotic phases and ‘lad’ and ‘shot’ and ‘body boarding’ and ‘long boarding’ and ‘rowing’ and ‘rugby 09’. Conversation goes a little like this...

“Lad, did you go body boarding at Cott? Hooooo shot. I went longboarding after rowing shot, lad. Lad, rugby 09. Beat up cunts”

Transferred into civilised conversation...
“I went body boarding at Cott. It was good. I went skating after rowing, friend. Are you excited for rugby this year! I'm boss. I'm black"



Now, I know i shouldn't make fun of people or try to crush there self esteem but there are people that CAN graffiti and some that shouldn't even bother trying. The culprit that tagged "prose" Please STOP. It looks like comic san ms from microsoft word left out in the sun. Really, your not derro, you don't smoke, you shouldn't where baggy pants, you should seriously stop wearing a hat thats too small and you should DEFINALLY hang up dose nikes and head off home.

The only thing that turns me off about these smooth talking and highly classed TC boys, is that...some...still don’t realise fluro was a 2007 thing. It’s out. Don’t wear it.




Who are we? T what? TC.

Thank you to Dan Arang for letting us dye this hair back to it's original colour.