So I was driving past Caprice in Camps Bay and for once there were no pretentious people there. Probably because there were no people there. Then I noticed two cars, evidently trying to copy the very Beast I drive. Two Formula 1 style cars were parked outside Caprice so I took some photos. Funny enough while my cameras flash was going off I did not wake the security guard. Bizarre.
I got a nice photo of the F1 style car, and I managed to get the VR3 captured in the background. Or silhouetted should I say. Anyway, I had no time to waste looking at these amateur cars as the VR3 was idling, and it hates sitting for too long. That car was meant for fast speeds, crazy drugs and loads of women shoved in the boot.
So off I went and took some more photos. Camps Bay and Bakoven are cool and all that, but fuck me they are disgusting in the morning. Every parking lot along the ocean has cars parked there that are shaking while some rich businessman shags some filthy hooker in his Merc. You sick fuckers. Get a real life.
Anyway I cycled from Camps Bay area to Noordhoek with Mike, which was not so clever because I think we forgot we had to cycle back. Then there was some pimp on Noordhoek beach just riding his horse. CAN YOU IMAGINE how much action he must get? Imagine saying that you took your horse for a gallop along the beach while your silky smooth locks flowed in the wind? Imagine adding to this that your butler, Jones, was waiting for you at home with some fresh pineapple juice and one hell of a breakfast? Add in that you are not Sir or Mr, but rather a “Barron” and you are sorted with the women. Forever. What a life, what a life.
Yeah, that was good times on Sunday. Good times. Then we went through to the Pink Palace of Porn yesterday in Blaauwberg(Do you spell it like that?) and had a braai, where I took a photo of the mountain, glorious.
Oh yes, we did do all of that in one day. Remarkable.
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