How fucking great is the weekend? That’s a rhetorical question, because the only person, or thing that would answer in the negative is Satan. Hit a couple brewskies, have a few laughs, possibly stick your dick in a watermelon…who knows?
Well, you’ve got fuck all on Melbourne’s Big Smoke. They, along with a bespectacled puppet, get amongst so much hardcore shit, they redefine debauchery. There’s coke, sex, watching sex, murder, and Mexican waves. And that’s if it’s a shitty one.