Safe house

Brax just cannot help himself. If there is a problem to be fixed, he can’t ignore it for long. He gave Andy money from Angelo’s, as a loan, to pay off the dealers. Andy disappeared and now there are angry dealers and an angry Kyle to put up with. The newest Braxton is not impressed that his managerial status was undermined.

We haven’t actually seen the dealers. It would be great if they were really posh, or old women, or something unexpected like that. Or if Morag was their ringleader, or Colleen. Awesome.

Ricky was winning in the mad fashion stakes today. Behold:

Gúna úafasach
Gúna úafasach

Marilyn finally confessed that she’s invited Shandi to the wedding. John didn’t mind too much, but now he’ll have to tell Jett he has a daughter. Eh, surely that came up in the adoption process, no?

Oi…we’re brothers

Poor oul’ Casey is doing it tough. He’s so cut up about not being a son of The Dog, that he literally cut himself up. He got the tattoo sliced right off his back. And him topless 50% of the time! Brax found him in a shivering heap and called Dr. Nate to the gym to tend to Braxton/Barrett Jr. For some mad reason, Casey wouldn’t go to hospital, so the doc fixed him up there and then. Brax was fierce ungrateful.

On a positive note, Case is still in touch with the Brit chick, so I’d say he’ll be heading that way shortly, ifthis is anything to go by (spoilers galore).

Oscar hasn’t owned up that he mowed Tamara down. Zac thinks he himself did it, and Tamara can’t remember at all. This is her second time with memory loss, she’s very fragile.

Chris got Irene out of the house and spruced up his bedroom in anticipation of taking it to the next level with Denny. No fairy lights though, so I’d say he’ll be unsuccessful. He was offering to put Irene up in a hotel to make up for the inconvenience, not sure how he’s affording that on a diner wage.

 

M is for…

Now, what aussie word can I think of that starts with the letter m?
Not too flippin’ many, anyway.

Our Aussie consultant suggested muck-up day. Fairly self-explanatory I reckon.

Kelso would call it “prank day”.

Now, you have a go!