Andy’s Spawning Adventures v1.0

You are a pitiful waste of life who has never achieved anything worth mentioning. You are living proof that god isn’t perfect because he created you. You are the physical form of failure. You reek of disappointment. And you sweat pure shame. Congratulations, you are every soccer dad ever. What a better thing to do than heap your crushed hopes and broken dreams of stardom onto your ugly child so he too can follow in your footsteps of failing. Yes, you have gone about to enrol your child into the local soccer team, in hopes that he will achieve what you were too incompetent of doing; becoming a semi-famous Australian football player. Good for...

The burning car aroma wafting through the air. The glamorous sight of abos with spew down their shirt, begging for change. The thuds of pregnant women hitting the pavement after becoming too intoxicated on cans of Jack Daniels. Yes, Bozza was long away from his dual bedroom, minimally termite infested, $125,000 Mt Pritchard mansion. He had found himself in the highly prestigious surroundings of Parramatta, where he and his good friend Robbie “Robbie” Slater had just finished tagteaming one lucky lady, converting her into their own personal sperm bank. It was a magical night of passion, that left her thighs trembling like a Parkinson’s...