Monthly Archives: April 2011

sofas do furnish a lawn

No wonder Mr & Mrs Bento had to hurriedly move last year: Kelli papped this Mount Lawley furniture graveyard. Thanks Kelli. In other news just in, Cockster is banging on about Sexpo again: this ripped from the media release: “Penthouse … Continue reading

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The Deefock Inheritance

How’s my blogging? 1800corksoaker As I make my long and unnecessarily uncomfortable journey back, how do you rate the Deefock experience out of ten? It is a thankless task providing free daily entertainment for ungrateful pigs so I’m sure he’s … Continue reading

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porkfest

Holly C’s other half picked this up on his way past the butcher at the Innaloo shops. “Sounds like it should be some kind of adult expo,” she says. The floating broccoli is nice, but I’m disappointed they don’t have … Continue reading

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out of orfice

This Mandurah TV, spotted by langhorne, is out of the office. And no wonder, as the orfices are raining poo. Or at least they are in a TAFE.

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White

Have we had this before?

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Templar Dawn

We’re back in Freo and back with cars – but blame Jimmy, not me. J says this is “a clear worst” and was seen out the back of the Woolies car park off Adelaide Street. “Not a dawn I’d like … Continue reading

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Soulless Accessories

Hanoi.

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no mankinis please we’re in Bentley

Brer Bento may be a nappy-changing, balcony-dwelling goat-cheese-eating PUMCIN, but he was a uni student once and there is still a spark burning feebly in his duck-a-la-orange-stuffed belly. I know this to be true because Comrade Bento sent me this … Continue reading

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Sapa

Not Beechboro. Not exploitation. Toilet Sapa North Vietnam.

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“Fuck me, Western Australia.”

How much time is being lost in media workplaces today because of this document? This passage was striking: “Mr Leckie: Mate, I have counted that, between Nine and Seven, I’ve been a CEO for twenty years. I’m tired. It’s time, … Continue reading

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