The persians are coming !

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Someone watches too many movies.

Convinced the Persians were about to invade Aus after seeing 300 the other night I was on guard for most of Saturday night. After a few drinks I was sober (lol) and ready for battle waiting most of the evening to hear the glorious battle cry of our king we became eager and full of anticipation. Finally the moment had arrived, King Ramseus shouted "Tonight ! We show all Spartans what might is made of" thrusting his spear into the air it was apparent to me that this end would become nothing less than a historical moment in time. It was at this point that the blood coursing through my veins began to effect my mental state, the rage within had taken over the world became black and my enemies became but ants beneath the feet of elephants. " FOR SPARTA" I yelled, now unable to control myself the warrior within took over, to better explain how this feels imagine being able to see your actions through the eyes of an on-looker but unable to control any movement or emotion. Slashing, stabbing, slamming and annihilating the darkness which was the Persian Army my movements became precise and deadly. The bodies of the Persian army becoming no more then grass blades crumbling at my feet. The Persians were resistant but our king had outwitted them more then once inching us ever so closer to victory. And just as soon had it started it had ended. The silence of night brought sanity back to me , I had returned from my blood lust and consumed what the warrior within had taken. I looked out along the horizon to witness the devastation I had aided to envelop the Persian army.

For this is SPARTA !


Someone had too much to drink.

Okay so Saturday night came and Kylie and myself headed to Sean and Katie's spending most of the night talking and not actually moving unless to pour the next drink or view something of humour on one of the laptops in the study it was a pretty placid night. Having the 300 running in the background the endless movie quotes began to embed themselves into my brain as I slowly drink myself away from sanity. It was about 11:30 pm that saw David B on his way home. Upon hearing of his departure myself and Sean stepped out to say goodbye. Trying to keep David with us as long as possible we found the junk we had collected on our previous eves mayhem, prostitute teasing, female abducting and all round stalker session. The items that were still left in the vehicle were a large stick and a squash racket ( Keeping in mind that the packing foam had found its way all over the yard of an unsuspecting (Unpaying, prostitute who was doing pro-bono work on this particular eve) girl who's parents happened to be away). Myself and Sean felt it would be humorous to pretend that the stick were a Spartan spear and that the Squash racket was a Persian Army member or multiple. We proceeded to smash the squash racket over the stick but it took some smashing ( Keep in mind this was whilst yelling quotes from 300 ( Or just yelling in general, which in itself is a quote) and making dramatic movements). The squash racket like the Persian army was resistant so Sean felt it necessary to take to the wall with it . When he was done there was not much left of the racket as a large amount of the wood from the outside had splintered off onto the balcony. By this stage I was in fits of laughter watching the madness in Sean's face whilst smashing the racket to pieces and his constant 300 remarks. The humour wore off and I reminded Sean that it would be wise to clean up before Katie caught us or saw the mess.

FOR SPARTA !!!