I'm going with the ex on the annual Road Trip that he and his friends take at that time of year. About 50 people end up going. It winds up in Yarrawonga down by the river. Its basically a big piss up. It's my first time this year (we missed out last year b/c my ex's cousin had a wedding at the same time) and I've got mixed feelings about going, to say the least...because of a story that my ex's friend manages to tell me every time I see him:
"Mate, last year it was 45 degrees and there were no fucking showers! By the end I was rolling in me own dick cheese. Then I was down in the river minding me own business, and I happen to look up and theres this fuckin' SHIT floatin past! A big turd just merrily floatin' down the river! Mate, I was IN TEARS let me tell you! It must've been Justin coz i saw him wander upstream a few minutes ago. I WAS IN TEARS, MATE, IN TEEEAAAARRSSS!!!".
ew...
The guy who organises the trip also awards someone a perpetual trophy called the 'Biggest Arse' award for the person who manages to make the biggest arse of themselves on the trip. My ex won it last time he went. I really don't want to know what he won it for...