That fucking rainmaker Bento: just after I checked in at Bobbi’s yesterday, he sends me a pic of a competing outlet. “Barragup is the pole dancing capital of Peel,” the balcony-strutting bozo says. Maaate: is Barragup that new Maylands sub-division? Wot-eva.
Do you think our parliamentarians pole-dance? They have planking on their minds: see this media release as evidence. A young person told me yesterday planking was “so 2008″. I don’t believe that. Black/white. Hemingway/Waugh. Vegemite/kausundi. Pole dancing/planking. Hoey/TL101. I’m sorry, I lost my grip on reality there for a moment.
Let’s face it, anyone planking and pole-dancing at the same time is OFF THEIR FACE and DANGEROUS. I love this strap in the latest Community papers. Is that an angel with a dirty face in the graphic? He is off his face, anyway. It’s a mass face-off. I’ve got the fear! The only thing we have to fear is the fear of people being off their faces. Face it, people: you are out of your trees, and as mad as a cut snake OFF HIS FACE. It’s all news near you (but not that near).
If it’s all getting too much for you – you know the number to call.