Yo peeps
I was hangin' wit' me homey S Diddy
Down in Ho-Ho-Hobart for Chriddy
We were rocking the country town some call a city
And then it was all over - such a pity.
But mum took bulk loads of pics...
Me and my boy S Diddy just chillaxing in front of some Maisy. Word!
We are awesome with knives. Especially blunt ones that butter trumpets.
We are also awesome at unwrapping presents.
Here's me and S Diddy doing, um, something. It may have involved a bumble bee.
Diddy is so cool, he just busts beats where ever he damn well feels like it.
Blow up balls on bad pine outdoor furniture. What's with that?
Sometimes the fun is too much, and I had to take a nap in the Cadbury room. And sometimes, a gorilla would start drumming to Phil Collins.
Ice cream. I just cleaned Auntie Lucy right out of vanilla.
Then it was time for rumbling on a big bed.
Here's S Diddy, caught in a solitary moment. He was planning his next adventure...
...which involved going to Ibiza with me. Or Sandy Bay in Hobart. Where there was indeed sand.
When in Hobart, we travel in a sweet pimpin' machine. How it didn't spontaneously explode is a miracle.
It was even roomy enough for Auntie Alice's phat guts.
One day, we went to the top of the world and looked down on all the little people.
Back at Tommy's, I road tested his tent. This can only be done by running very fast through it a lot.
I don't know who decided they would pose for a KMart catalogue. I certainly wasn't getting involved in that. I pose only for exclusive brands. And I will put $20 on ma ma not sending a link to this blog to her mates...
It was a huuuuuge Christmas. A big shout out to all the peeps who made it possible. S Diddy and I are still talking about how we owned that town...
Cheers
Harper
