Welcome back to Destination F'd Volume 38.

Off she goes.

Let's bring in the rescue team.

Let's keep that rescue team on the payroll because this dad is far too relaxed and shit mixed.

He almost broke his neck, but the kids love it.

Cool memories for an eternity.

You can walk it off, big fella. 3, 2, 1, DESTINATION FUCKED!

I've opened with a real water-based theme, haven't I?

Destination F'd Atlantis, I call it.

You legends that send in videos have a lot of water and skiing fails and bikes, but I'll get to those.

Look at these spinny spins.

He is majestic.

Living his best life.

This reminds me of my dad on the Swan River in the 90s.

Do it again.

Do it again.

Do it— FUCK YEAH!

He just needs a pair of budgie smugglers to top it off.

So far, this is nothing but destination perfect.

I fail to see how there's a fail involved.

What are you doing?

Don't change your grip.

DON'T PUT THAT THERE!

FUCK ME!

Let's cross over to a wedding WITHOUT A CAKE!

The bride is like, you know what?

We can still eat that.

I tend to agree with her.

The cake looks like a shit biscuit on a plate anyway, so yeah nah yeah, it's all good.

Keep dancing.

I feel bad for the young hospitality dickhead though.

He's thinking, ah no, I'm gonna get executed.

My boss is gonna kill me all over a shit stale looking biscuit cake.

This sheila's face goes from YAY!

To I'll go get the bloody strawberries.

Cybertruck.

From what I see online, there's only one destination where this will end up.

Although this one looks like a tough one.

Maybe it could be a tough build.

An anomaly.

It will be okay.

Don't believe everything you see on Twitter.

They can't be that bad.

I still call it Twitter.

Okay yeah nah.

It's pissing out blue shit.

That one's fucked.

Anyway, could this possibly be the fault of the driver?

However, maybe.

Oh you're both reversing you two.

Oi neighbours.

Dickheads.

What are you doing?

You're both reversing.

You keep doing that, there's only gonna be one outcome.

You've kept doing it and here's the outcome.

I knew the outcome.

Here's an employee at Benny Boy Brewing.

What commitment to marketing.

Sending himself to destination.

Fucked.

And smelling like stale ale for the rest of the day.

I don't know where this pub is, but I love it.

Dashcam footage.

It rarely ends well when it makes its way onto the internet.

Where's our lucky DF contestant?

There.

He is.

Wear a helmet kids.

Ah good.

This Aussie man viewer wears a helmet.

I'm proud of ya mate.

Now let's see how badly you injure yourself.

Owwwww.

That driveway is very blank.

It's freaking me out.

Headlight incoming.

It's a sheila on a tiny motorbike.

No helmet.

You fair dinkum dodgy wanker of a goose.

Yeah nah yeah.

You sit there.

Reflect.

Think about your actions.

Here come her bazillion kids.

They're like OMG are we literally about to be orphans?

Nah it's all good.

Let's get that tiny bike out of the way.

She is in charge of a lot of kids and pets.

Perhaps this overwhelming responsibility has led to risky mini biking behaviour.

Here we go.

Here's the obligatory skiing video.

Cheers to all the legends sending videos in daily by the way.

This is smooth so far.

It's relaxing.

It's European as fuck.

What could possibly go wrong?

I'll tell ya.

Veering off the track into the bumpy terrain and WHAM!

Dickhead down.

Poor poor poor dickhead down.

Oi keep getting those pre-orders in for the Aussie man boomerangs flip flop thongs.

They will ship in late October.

Every pair comes with spare straps.

The cool design on the bottom of the straps means they're hard to break.

I'm sure some of you bastards will find a way to send them to Destination Eft.

But I know you're gonna love them so get those pre-orders in.

Link is in the top of the post description and the comments section.

Cheers!