Drama queen
Jim was always nervous at his father's birthdays. The sacred BBQ became the meaty, macho shrine and the old boys always bloked it up swilling VB heavily and dropping F bombs left right and centre. His dad went from 0 to hero in 60 seconds flat and Jim went cold.
There you are mate, get me another coldie will ya, his dad yelled out as he came outside. You know the drill, the chef always has to have a beer. Isn’t that right knackers, John winked at Macca knowingly.
Shit yeah JC, the red faced stocky bloke replied, and his mates need topping up too. John farted to finish the joke and they both cracked up. Jim knew the drill alright, he’d had years of practice.
He went robotically to the old fridge in the shed and grabbed a couple of cans.
Grab the ones at the back, the
