It’s around midday on a Sunday, I look at Blake. He looks drawn and pale, his face looks like someone has stuck a syringe into his cheek and sucked out the puppy fat that usually makes him look jovial and approachable and left him with the “it’s October yay no more sleeps until Christmas” look, the coffee pumping through his veins must be at a similar ratio to the blood and could be one of the only things stopping him from falling face first onto his keyboard.

You might be thinking ”yeah so what sounds like a typical sunday fo me and half of the developed world, last weekend I had to get ma stomach pumped after almost finishing 3 bottles of the hard stuff……..anything else”. However our state was not induced from alcohol and party pill cocktails, shots of vodka in the eye or a Thursday Friday Saturday night parties-in-the-snow. It went more like this, on Friday we stayed on facebook until like maybe midnight or even one o’clock with the aid of some strongish bell tea, we typed and typed until we could not type no more (just to set the record straight no smoking hot babes go on facebook on Friday or Saturday nights but me and Blake have some bitchen convos planning out our weekends activities) on Saturday we decided we needed to get our vitamin D so we ventured outside and pushed the boundary’s with some strenuous surfing and filming followed up by some lovely chocolate cake, courtesy of mother Jan, but don’t worry we then moved straight back on to the hard stuff…more tea. After a few more hours of facebook and editing the days footage we were pooped and ready for TJB, teeth jammie’s then bed.

Sunday morning was here and so were the sore heads ( I whacked Blake on the head the day before then he whacked me back ) I got straight up had two pieces of toast, both crusts may I add, then text Blake to meet me for a coffee, I had decided that since it was Sunday we better step it up and show Whangamata what we’re made of, we didn’t make it to the pub the night before but we wanted to show them that we can really handle the hard shit as good as any of them, none of this tea shit, were going to drink a whole coffee and not just any coffee, a double shot. With our pupils starting to dilate our palms slightly sweaty, our chit chat getting faster and intoxicated by caffeine and our own feelings of being bosses we made the foolish mistake of ordering another one no less strong than the one before. This pretty much brings us up to speed with the start of my rant and the moral of the story, you may not look or feel any better on Sundays or be breaking the drought with smoking hot babes on the weekends but when you spend them doing what we do the CEO’s of facebook and vimeo can still afford to feed their kids on monday…………dang I wish this ended better, for our sakes.

And that brings us to the real point of this story, somewhere in that caffeine induced psychedelic Sunday me and Blake decided we would release this edit in three parts as webisodes seem like the hip thing to do these days, but seriously from personal experience no one really wants to watch 6 minutes worth of stuff on web clips especially if its made by us. Our concept is a little different as it is all done in one weekend. Like it or don’t like it we have already done it so yeah, that’s all.

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