Marc Gafni hosted me. We shot some video at the national park up in the mountains.
Here are some photos from 8550 feet elevation today:
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D. emails: "If the clues from your childhood weren’t enough–the all-too-close "friendship" with young Wayne Cherry, the the incidents with your sister’s makeup, the inability to stand up for yourself like a right proper young man, the time your stepmum caught you inserting some Abo’s filthy didgeridoo up your bum in the dunny–this "lost weekend" with Mark Gafni seals the deal, Sunny Jim. You’re a bloody homo. A ponce, A poofter. A fair-dinkum catamite. I should have staked you out on a termite mound, boy. The Australian sun might have burned the gay out of you, but I fear it’s too late now. Better I should have forced some lye down your throat with a funnel. At least then I could grieve for my departed boy. Now, it’s all I can do to keep my noontime tucker down."
