No trees in the city to hug and I'm not a park kind of guy plus I don't nude up that often. I hang out in the west to avoid the gost tracks around Sydney and lesson my time to get to my dear little labour bogan at the warehouse.
Labour bogans drink Chards and not for effect but because they can not spell or pronounce Sauvignon Blanc or Pinot Grigio.
I'm sure JG is a Chards kind of girl - imagine Sauvignon Blanc rolling of her tongue - messy man!
