Four measly cans of novelty Mardi Gras cider was all this pissweak couple could manage on a night when many of Surry Hills finest are still at this minute partying their nuts off.
The couple allegedly had every intention of heading out to watch the parade but once they sat their lazy arses on the couch they simply couldn’t get up.
Today they are still in hiding, embarrassed and ashamed of their efforts, especially when a friend had organised a celebration on Oxford Street with prime viewing position.
Earlier they tried to justify their position as the man who wishes to remain nameless had strung up fairy lights in order to embrace the festive spirit of undoubtably Surry Hills finest hour.
Shame.
