The Foos(e) Rules!

1. Foos(e) is not spelled with an 'e'. Yes it is!!! No, it's not!!!

2. The consumption of at least one alcoholic beverage must be consumed before the beginning of any foos(e) tournament.

3. To call a break a person must yell 'BEER DRINK' and pausing the game for any other reason is not permissible.

4. If the 'BEER DRINK' caller consumes a drink during the 'BEER DRINK' the opponent must also consume a beverage of a similar percentage of alcohol in the allotted time.

5. If the ball bounces off the foos(e) table it is classed as 'LIVE' and must be thrown back in straight away and play resumes.

6. To play the game of foos(e) a player must have a keenness for the disabled. Particularly those without heads.

7. There is to be no complaining of occupying the team with headless players 'Will and Marie Antoinette' as the other team occupies the no lip end.

8. Respect must be show to headless players at all times, and therefore they shall always be referred to by names 'Will & Marie Antoinette.

9. Nigel Palmer will always captain the Yellow Side.

10. Those who lose the point must always be responsible for the putting of the ball in the hole to resume the game.

11. A player can call for a level check at any point during a stoppage of the game. The official level must be used and must measure multiple levels of the field location.

12. The loser is allowed to be taunted by all other players at the completion of a foos(e) tournament and must consume an extra alcoholic beverage at a furious rate*




*Unless suffering from a medical condition as determined by nurse Marijke

well, hello stranger.

so... its been a while. so much has changed... so much is still the same.

id forgotten all about this place, for some reason Rok was reminded of it, so now i guess we are back with vengence (... or not, we'll have to wait and see).

ive wasted a large proportion of my day reading old blogs and i must say...

HOW HILARIOUS ARE WE?? (mainly me, i think)

ok, back to work.

You're a fuck face!

Auf Wiedersehen Marijke!

She's leaving on a jet plane, dont know when she'll be back again. Ok, thats not entirely true... she'll back in a year(-ish). SO! Marijke left for Germany today! *tear* one year exactly from when she left for the station... a coin-ci-dence? i think not. well, actually i think it was, but shhh, thats not important. When she left last year i wrote an awesome blog about it. ive pretty much not written a blog since then, so i thought i would! hooray!

I just put Bob Marley on my stereo... it has a very summer feel. something that rok no longer has. It is at this very moment 2 degrees in Munich... which isnt that cold... at least its not minus something. At the moment in Adelaide it is a sunny and warm 26.6 degrees...

So at approximately 10am this morning i arrived at Rok's house. She was all ready to go, bags nicely packed... and bursting at the seams. Some how she managed to pack an entire years worth of stuff into one bag with a maximum weight of 20kg. some would call it a miracle... i know i certainly would. when we went to Queensland a few years ago each of our bags were EXTREMELY heavy... we could barely lift them on our own... and that was for a 5 day holiday. So, well done on your splendid packing Marijke! We said our goodbyes to Francis (my favourite little chicken)...

... and made our way to the airport.

and simply because i thought this was a cool photo, here is another one.

We arrived at the airport in plenty of time... with all personal belongings, including purses with identification in tow. *phew* i think another congratulations is in order for that... well done Marijke! After Rok's mum Di cleaned out her bag of the 15 nail files and knives and scissors, it was time to pass thru the metal detectors and say farewell, not good bye *tear* to Marijke.

well at least we thought it was goodbye. A nifty little thing Adelaide airport has going is called the 'lets torture loved ones for a couple of hours'. How it works is: you say good bye to your loved one *tear*, then they enter the little passenger lounge area, while the loved ones stand on the other side of a bit of glass. From there they get to look at, but not communicate nor touch, each other.

Studies show that this experiebce can be quite traumatic, as evidenced by this photo...

the only way to communicate was via "hand written" notes.. lol, geddit? hand... written. ha. im SO funny.


And then *tear* it was time *tear* to say our final final farewells *tear* as Marijke *tear* boarded the plane *tear*



Have fun in Germany biatch! have a schnitty and a beer for me.

Alli
xx

ich bin blau! - I am pissed

Why hello they fellow bloggers! It is I -*Marijke and Allison*- welcome to this spelndid occassion! Yes it is time.... the time of communal blogging. Where I sit at the computer either drunk, stoned or tired, and Alli sits on the cool 70s orange chair and either reads random crap or look at old stupid photos!

im trying to think of something german and i cant proust. ive got soul but im not a soldier!

I reckon! - the sole contribution from Alli- slut!


I've got nothing. Either do I.

Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit

Unity and Justice and Freedom

Well thats what they tell me anyway! :D

Passports & Tickets & Purple elephants- oh my!!

When the postie arrived with this package for me... well lets just say I did a jig and waved my arms in the air! Inside this beautiful package lay ....




My blessed passport! WOOOOT!! I can now leave these beautiful shores of Oz and discover what lies beyond. I hope its not a purple elephant....



The only real porblem is the absolute TERRIBLE photo I'm now stuck with for 10 years! AGH! I look like I'm about to jump the camera lady and and shove her camera up her ass and then whip out some kind of life threatening weapon on her! Its sooooo CRAP! When I go past the passport person I'll have to be thinking very terrible thoughts and be in an absolute crap mood coz otherwise they might think its not me... yes it IS that terrible!

And to add to all that passport excitment I also got my airline ticket! yayayayay! So now I can non illegally enter the country of German-ia! This is about the time when I say to myself 'Now Marijke is this really what you wish to be doing with this next year of your life?' and when I say mhmmmm to myself I start to crap myself and freak out by sitting in a corner and slowly rocking humming along to Zombie by the cranberries




Aight, catch yas later
M
xoxox

GERMAN-IA!!!

Ok- so it appears that I am moving to GERMANY!! AGHHHHHHHHHH!




I'm gonna be a nanny/au pair for a family with four kids! OMG!

YAYAY

rok
xxooxox