Avant garde, no?

One day, we drove to Sydney.

No reason.

Okay, there was a reason, but none of the photos of Grogblogging II came out.

Turns out, you had to, like, turn the flash ON!

Fuck, those are some classy pants.

Ominous Signage.

Oy Holbrook! Where the fuck's your submarine, you cunts?

A groovy house.

There are more, by gum!