|It must be said, I have seen Cousin12 looking happier.|
You know how when you used to go away on school camps or sporting camps you'd play pranks on your mates? Well, in many ways Shane's still living in the eighties.
Last night, while his son slept, Shane took to my nephew's face with a Nikko. As you do. Incredibly, though, Shane isn't in trouble for treating his son's face as a personal diary. The real reason Shanus is in trouble is his choice of word and the fact the pen was permanent ink. Oh, and Cousin12 had a footy game to play today.
Look closely at the photo above and you'll see, easily discernible beneath the redness caused by a fair bit of scrubbing and rubbing, the offending word my brother chose. I'm not sure having LOSER written on your cheek is as daunting to the opposition team as Cousin12 might have liked. I can't help but think if Shane had written KILLER or DIE! things would have been better.
On the other hand, it could have been much, much worse.
"I wanted to shave off an eyebrow but Shelley wouldn't let me," said Shane. "She's such a prude."
Brave man, Shane, but I'm not sure you've thought this through. I mean you have to sleep sometime and there's still plenty of ink left in that Nikko.
And next time I'm in Brisvegas, Cousin12, I'll show you what can be done with Deep Heat and a pair of your dad's bike pants.
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