A car on the Bumpkobahn by Andrew. 
BM (I forgot TWOP name) decries the amount of water in this Subi aftermath. This is how weaky willy Subi has become.
And The Colour H decries Beyswater’s vibrancy sucking anti bird campaign.
And Ron saw some Gina worthy ute poetry.
Worst well.
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The Asia Beat- Aussies expose sinister craft
- Clarke injury linked to shorts
- Aussie millionaire offers kangaroo tail pizza crust
- Australian company Rio Tinto to mine Beijing’s air pollution
- Asian Men’s Shed cracks the whip
- Gangnam style “not miracle worker.” – PSY
- Malaysian “Gay and lesbian warning signs” seem to describe Singaporeans.
- “3 Sisters” renamed for Chinese market
- Asians offer to eat problem sharks
- Racist Aussies Shun “Asian” Highway
I want to move the apostrophe from the “Kangaroo’s” to the “Dont”. I for one, prefer the concise “If you don’t love it leave”.
Kangaroo’s what ? Those Balinese really need to work on their apostrophes.
Twas ever thus.
guessing australian pride doesn’t extend to indigenous people.
Looks like the Vogons were in fact the fourth worsted poets in the Universe.
Seems a bit discriminatory to single out the pigeons when the rule applies to all birds.
You don’t see signs up like -
It is an offence for Wogs and everyone else to do burn outs in their Monaro or other make of car.
Strayan proid
Spotted a nice one from 1973 here.
A bogan heads off to Australia Day celebrations down by the river, where he proceeds to get utterly trashed. He stumbles about with his mates, generally acting like an obnoxious twat. Racial slurs are slurred at some brown families attempting to enjoy a picnic prior to the fireworks. For some light entertainment, he and his mates tussle with the police and smash some bottles with gleeful abandon. After the anthem’s been sung and the fireworks are done, the bogan jumps into his ute, which he proceeds to lose control of while travelling sideways through a roundabout. After ricocheting off the cocos planted in the centre of the roundabout, he piles into a brick wall and dies.
St. Peter takes one look at the bogan approaching the Pearly Gates. The bogan is still shirtless, and wears the Australian flag as a cape. Flag tattoos festoon his body and face.
“Fuck off. We’re full.”
Could be worse.