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For information: since they did away with their tobacco sponsorship, I have no love for Ferrari.
Is it just me, or are there three or four sets of gleaming evil eyes peering through that window behind. It’s a fucking portal to hades I tells ya!
TLA, I say we march on that place bearing blazing torches and pitchforks.
Narnia is going to have a run for its money with this sequel.
As Rolly pointed out, the Ford flames bear an amazing resemblence to these ones.
It appears the Doctors “Chameleon circuit” in the TARDIS is on the “blink” again………………………………
damn! you all took all the best wardrobe jokes
…. closet smoker ?
The wardrobe was jealous of the Ford.
“we don’t need no water, let the MF burn, burn MF, burn…”
Burning up with envy, some might say.
There may be some benefit in painting flames on all your treasured possessions (or your Falcon).
That wardrobe has been sitting in front of that house on Beaufort Street for at least 4 years, to my knowledge, without a skerrick of graffiti or other damage being perpetrated upon it.
If they put a for sale sign on it someone is bound to knock it off.
It’s the devil’s own venus fly trap – anyone who dares venture near has their soul sucked out of their chest. It was in the WA Liberal Party boardroom for a decade. Open it up and you might find Brian Burke inside playing chess with Death.
Cookster – it all makes sense now. I should have known there would be a hellmouth opposite Billabong Backpackers … ahem … Resort.
Bento – accommodation of last resort maybe?
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