I'm gonna be a man.

So i move to melbounre. I am out on my own, i don't have the boys around anymore. Well, not physically anyway ( i know that they still share beers with me in spirit, still get rat arsed with me, still beat me up and pass out with me . . . in spirit) so i reckon it is time to become a man. Being a man means a couple of things.

1. You need chest hair . . . and i think i see a few little bristles down there so i reckon i got that covered
2. You have to drink beer, and be able to do it happily by yourself while watching sport (been doing that for a while, sounds easy)
3. You HAVE to own your own 3 burner barby (this is what i shall tackle in this article)

I think i am up to the challenge, i think i can handle it. I wanna be a man, i am desperate to be a man, i am gonna stick my bearded, manly neck out there and have a red hot go.

After looking online for a bbq for a while i decided that that wasn't many enough, so Jono and i went to the mecca of budget barbies . . . . . KMART!

Sure i heard that bbq's galore were giving away free gas bottles with their bbq's and sure the dudes there would probably be able to help me a lot more in the decision making process, but i decided that i don't need to hear all that shit from them, i am gonna be a man on my own and I WILL NOT BE DICTATED TO! Plus, i reckon Kmart would have been cheaper.

Wish we got some photos down there, but after declining free delivery (we were too tough for that) we lumped the big beautiful thing into the back of the wagon, grabbed a carton and bought it all home.

we were pretty happy to have a bbq, can you tell?

so let's get this plan straight, what are the steps involved here...