Here is a pic of Springthorpes pee stained sitting room.
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And as for Springy wanting to 'rip this prick apart' here is the truth.
We met at a pub in Sydney for a fight and here's what happened.

Well as expected, DAvo didn't show. I got there around 5pm and waited
all night, ended up drinking with a couple of Islander guys and we got
really smashed. I was just about to leave, when Springy came in.

Now I was just about legless but when I saw Springy standing in the
doorway of the Aces, my blood started to boil. I staggered over to him
and threw a punch, and that's the last thing I remember.

Apparently I passed out from being so drunk halfway through the punch,
and Springy caught me in his arms. The next thing I remember was
waking up in his Astra parked near Harry's Cafe De Wheels at
Woolloomooloo.

We sat in the car a while, I spewed out the window a few times before
I started to come good. We made small talk for a while, forgetting the
bad blood between us then Springy glanced over to the pie shop, and
with that mischievous look in his eye I remember from when we were
dating, he said, pie race? I said... YUP.

Springy came back with a couple of pie floaters and we got ready for
the race.

Now this just isn't a standard pie eating race, there is a little
something extra.
The rules are you eat the pie with one hand, and the with the other
hand you give the other guy hand relief. The person who comes first
gets point, and the person who finishes the pie first gets a point.

So off we went, cramming the floater into our mouths while jerking the
other off like crazy. I was halfway through my pie when I exploded all
over the Astra's dashboard, I looked at Springy to see he had come at
exactly the same time. A dead heat. I crammed that pie into my mouth
as fast as I could, and when I was on the last bight, I looked around
and saw Springy cramming the last bit of crust in his mouth. A dead
heat again.

I guess in light of the bad blood and competitiveness between us in
recent time, a draw was the best result. So we sat in his little
Astra, all sticky and covered in crumbs.

I said, ok, cya then.
I got out,
and never looked back.