Pants: Destroyed at All Nations Backpackers, Melbourne.
You know you are drunk when you are peering into the Backpacker hostels’ liquor licence trying to figure out if it is technically legal to buy another round of shots after the bar has closed and you already know that you can’t.
It was at this exact moment that Tyler, All Nations Backpackers Hostels’ resident Van Wildest, in all his wisdom decided that he should sneak up behind me and pull down my pants. On a scale of 1 – 10 of outrageousness, a little stunt like this would register in decimals I must concurr. However a combination of subtle (yet for this episode, integral) precautionary measures have been in place over the last few weeks related to my belt. My belt is a little old, so I have made some adjustments to ensure it maintains more than enough strength to hold up my pants.
I guess our Melbourne backpacker Tyler has a bit more strength than he thought, I guess my pants were a bit older, I guess my belt adjustments are a little too good. But because the man grabbed me by the back pockets and yanked them at an extreme pace with force, the integrity of my trousers was destroyed, and he ripped them clean in half. The back half to be precise. I was left stranded at the window, with my new tight white undies on full display.
But when the spotlight is burning, you fight fire with fire. I took the shredded fabric, tied it around my head and had an absolute belter of a Sunday session at a backpackers Bar across the road. It was a three figure subtraction from this backpackers savings account, and the last thing anyone saw of el gRInGO was the man galloping off and into the darkness. Don’t be concerned, just LOVE ALL NATIONS BACKPACKERS!
-el gRInGO
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