So right, these photo's are of me and Liz's fiance James. We were at Surry Hills markets, they had their own a stall and i was just helping jolyon with his stall of shit. But with the midday long neck run Liz was soon left alone because James snuck off to have double rum and cokes at the Clock hotel.... Suddenly an engagment ring isnt so appealing. They were taken after he had come back stummbling with trucker burnt arms and stinking of booze, we noticed we had the same hat on which instantly meant...ta dah!
WHITE RAP DUO!
SNAP!
Peace Nella!
(* PEACE= LIKE HOW THE RAPPERS SAY IT.)
