Sold Out

There was a lot of tech talk necessary for Josh to get this shot from Sydney Rd Brunswick to us, as in,
“Honey, where’s the cord that connects the phone to the computer?”
“There’s a cord?”
“Yes, where is it?”
“I’m sure it didn’t come with a cord.”
“It totally had a cord.”
“Why should I know where your cord is?”
“It’s your phone. And your cord…”
“Why don’t you email it?”
“Without a cord?”
“Yes, I’m sure you can email from the phone…”
But well worth the domestic to get it. I can def believe that they can’t keep enough rectal syringes on the shelves.syringe

About AHC McDonald

Comedian, artist, photographer and critic. From 2007 to 2017 ran the culture and satire site The Worst of Perth
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30 Responses to Sold Out

  1. Russell Woolf's Lovechild says:

    Ask the pharmacist. “Ummm, … I have a friend ….”

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  2. NF#1 says:

    Let’s get this party started bitches:

    Flush

    Feeling full of shit? No joke
    Unless you can embrace it
    Even then it rises in your throat
    Till you begin to taste it

    In recommended Swiss pensions
    Or fabled Orient
    You seek ablution of your sins
    And unpassed aliment

    Or if you prefer familiar faces
    If content with native means
    Of flushing out of hidden spaces
    Impaction so obscene

    Your humble local chemist stocks
    The very thing required
    Let the ignorant and foolish mock
    In their dejections mired

    While you are free no matter where
    The plunger is at hand
    Jetting out all forlorn cares
    With tingling prostate gland

    For unknown pleasures surely wait
    On those who dare to win
    Their battle with the choking tide
    Of excrement within

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  3. Snuff says:

    “Ask the pharmacist”, eh ? That’s the one where they hold your regattas and polish your dolphin, right ?

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