It begins...

Weapons were drawn, our quarry identified: The stinking palm tree...

My uncle Tony, aunty Barb, one of Tony' workers (George), my mum and my mate Paul came over today to make an assault on the back yard of Toilet Town.

This is first thing this morning.

Tomorrow, I'll blip the aftermath.

Tonight, I'll be in bed before 7:30 pm. I'm stuffed.