My Auntie Munu, (I’m still not a hundred percent sure what her real name is) , always likes to call me a cheeky shit. Ever since I can remember, I remember her saying.
“Yes, Auntie Munu!”
“You’re a cheeky shit.
We’d laugh. And my cousins would be jealous as they would see how Auntie Munu would stare at me, wishing I was her child. I had that with many of my friends too, It’s well documented that I peaked at 13.
Do you know who else is a cheeky shit?
5Gum are cheeky shits.
I was going on with my day, I had just completed an enthralling journey of All-Bran and honey, whilst flexing just enough, looking into the mirror in the kitchen, so that nobody knew that I was looking. This happens a lot more regularly than you know, I am very good at looking at myself with just enough momentum to stop as you walk into the room.
Then I put my shirt on and walk out, as you uncomfortably stare at me.
I’m rambling, but I’m excited. 5Gum are cheeky shits, right?
Because they’re acting like Teasy McTeaslesons’ and emailed this little diddy to me this morning.
The trouble with not knowing who the hell is coming does make me want it more. I hated the Ninja Turtles as a child, until Blake got Raphael, then I wanted to be a Ninja Turtle – I turned a set of roller skates into numchucks and cracked the skull of our neighbours son. Living there was awkward for some time. Especially considering my neighbour was a priest.
And if you are familiar with previous 5Gum parties you’ll be pretty familiar with the fact that you should make sure you do not miss a thing. How do you not miss a thing you ask?
You’ll have to badger them to find out who is coming, don’t forget to use #5GUMEXPERIENCE.
Who do you reckon it will be?