Shaun Is Shocked And Appalled. Shocked. And Appalled.

The Gupster, Cape Town’s FORMER fifth most eligible bachelor, is fond of sending me shocking images and photographs over this thing we call the “internet”, using this thing we call “email”.

This morning though he has really taken the cake. And eaten it. That’s how bad it is. You know the saying your mom used to tell you, when you were greedy and wanted it all?

“You can’t have your cake and eat it?”

Turns out mom was wrong. The Gupster has flipped the whole proverb on it’s head. He has taken his cake. And eaten it.

The images below may shock and appall some of you. Be warned.

Let's Get This Party Started.

Everything looks good thus far. A couple of guys in uniform spot a massive stash of booze. Shit, it’s party time. What are the odds?

The Vultures Arrive.

Like flies to shit, some other guys - not Some Other Guy, although we wouldn’t be surprised if he had popped up - sniff out the stash. Dash it all. Alright, there’s plenty more to share, although the guy in the denims looks like he can really put them away, having already consumed most of that bottle of Absolut Vodka. Hey, why does the guy in the background look like he’s about to throw that bottle of wine on the ground?

Dietary Requirements Of Shaun.

Two bottles of Red Square vodka, something Shaun has for breakfast when he’s in a rush, and doesn’t have time for a stiff Jameson or two.

No!!!!

A rather glib guy smashes the two bottles of Red Square vodka, something Shaun has for breakfast when he’s in a rush, and doesn’t have time for a stiff Jameson or two. To rub salt in the wounds, he goes and throws like a little nancy boy.

Why are they doing this? Who knows? But it’s pretty shocking and uncalled for. The place probably reeks of spirits and deep regret, a bit like what Steve O and Dangerous D smell like after another crazy night out.

The Aftermath.

A lone beer mourns sadly in the desolate mud, as a big tractor thingie destroys the rest of his family. The lone beer’s family. Not the big tractor thingie’s family. I read it back now and realised that it may have sounded as if the big tractor thingie is destroying his OWN family. He isn’t. He is destroying the lone beer’s family. Just to clear that up.

Meltdown.

Thousands of bottles of alcohol smolders in the flames…. can alcohol smolder? Yes, I believe it can. It’s smoldering. Look at it smolder.

Then, whilst reading the news, I stumbled across this debacle. Oh bother.