Gambling for my love
Many years ago during my Nimbin phase, I won a small amount of money in the Brisbane casino*, which I used to travel to Nimbin. Nimbin, for those who don’t know is a small town in Northern New South Wales, Australia, famed for its hippy population and rather lax attitude to marijuana.

On the day I arrived in Nimbin, I fell in serious lust with a beautiful hippy bird. 22, smoking hot, free spirited and wicked personality.

Nothing was too much for this girl, and on the day I met her we finished up doing it in the park mid afternoon (it was my Nimbin phase).

She invited me to stay at her commune up the in hills. I couldn’t believe my luck, the object of my desire, had practically asked me to move in!!

We arrived at the commune, which was actually a bunch of old tarpaulins slung between the trees with a smoky fire in the middle and an aroma that still reminds me of fried BO mixed with rotting chicken giblets. I got to meet the other commune residents, mostly dirty hairy blokes of ages ranging from 18 to 50. The ratio of guys to girls was 32 to 3, and the other two sheilas where not exactly hot stuff.

So we sat around the fire and did the Nimbin thing, and as the sun disappeared over the horizon, the chief hippy bloke (who liked to be called Star Shine but, I think his name was Malcolm) insisted we pray to Hughie, the chosen God of the commune for rain. Apparently rain would cause the mushrooms to grow, and you can’t have enough mushrooms man.

It was at this point I cursed my mum for not telling me about free love. The cute 22 year old hippy I was making plans to rescue from this hill side hell hole snuggled up to Star Shine and gave him a public blow job as we sat around the fire. The other resident’s didn’t bat an eye lid and one of the younger blokes reminded her repeatedly that she had promised to sleep with him that night.

I was heartbroken, this future Mrs bad advice I had known for almost 7 hours was not looking for anything exclusive. One of the other female residents offered to sooth me but, as she smelt like she had shit and pissed her dacks about a week prior I politely declined.

I stayed the night, with the sounds of Miss Free Love and her suitor rutting under a tarp about 5 feet away. I slept for about an hour before the heavens opened and the rain came down (farken Hughie) and at 3am drenched and much wiser to the ways of commune living dragged my sorry arse back down the hill to town (2 hour walk) and about 7.30am thumbed a ride to Mullwilimbah vowing never to waste my casino* winnings on visting Nimbin again.

*this is a complete lie but, allows me to post on topic for a subject I don’t have much to contribute too
(bad_advice QOTW survivor from the first trollocost!, Mon 11 May 2009, 11:21, 2 replies)

Fantastic
I was just wondering how this could be true, then you dropped the last line in, so I laugh and give you my respect.
(wobbler, Mon 11 May 2009, 13:19, closed)

Worth it just for...
..."Farken Hughie". Hilarious, have a click.
(Apathyman Prepare to be underwhelmed..., Mon 11 May 2009, 16:11, closed)