We mean you no farm
Rhys Grogan just got back into Sydney. He had to house sit his folks' farm for the first couple weeks so me and Richie thought we better go spend the night out in the country and have a laugh with one of our favourite humans.
Unfortunately Richie and Rhys don't really know how to operate SLR's so I was designated photog bitch. I was still psyched though.
Richie was so psyched when we arrived he broke out in dance with a dog.
This is where Rhys learnt to shred as a grom. A little make shift flat bar he had set up over grass right outside his front door.
Standard issue Grogan shred.
Standard issue Grogan shred.
After coming back from a few months stay in England, Rhys couldn't help but complaion about the size of Australian tinnies. He was still psyched though.
Bbq time.
Glad to have you back Rhys!
Thanks for cleaning up!
Thanks for cleaning up!
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London is where Rhys belongs
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