It's probably better known as a collective event to bring together every dickhead in the western suburbs and encourage them to get drunk off their brains, get stoned off their faces, before passing out on a lovely patch of grass and waiting for the ambos to come and peel them off the ground and throw them in hospital ready to pump their stomachs from all the alcohol and god-knows-what-else they've intoxicated their bodies with.
With the always-joyful prospect of bumping into an ex, a parent or a family friend while holding a cigarette/joint/Cruiser and looking completely shitfaced whether or not you are. You look shitfaced, because everyone else around you is shitfaced, and therefore it's only natural for you to adopt the signature look of your environment. If you were surrounded by trees, you'd probably take a tree-like stance, of course. So why not imitate people who are drunk and high beyond the point of coherence ?
So why am I going again ? I suppose it beats staying at home watching Forgetting Sarah Marshall.
...Or is it ?
Captain Underpants. Fuck oath.
