Dust be the streets of Old Beijing. Blood be the streets of Old Nanjing. And crabs for the streets of Basso.
One from David Fucking Outrage Cohen. Crab carcasses on the streets of Bassendean. This is the sort of worst I really like. A trivial photo only relevant to The Worst of Perth, but original, disturbing, and will I think be of interest to cultural anthropologists of the future. Perhaps we can build up a menu of street dropped food. So far crab and Black Sambuca. Somehow it could work.
And while we’re on the subject of food, MIKE rightly asks “What’s the fucking deal with Angry Whopper!”. MIKE says… I can’t find the words to describe the stupidy of this promotion, and the absurdity of last Monday night when i stopped into a Hungry Jacks to use the toilet and heard staff shouting through the mic : “Another Angry and fries”
Mike has set up a facebook group against said bellicose burger. And Mike, when you say “use the toilet”, you mean “buy angry whopper” right?
Perhaps older TWOP’ers can remember Rage Pies, which I seem to recall the Dugites did the ad for. Frank? You remember? Angry Whopper my whopper. Can turd burger be far away?
AND can I also say “what’s the deal with facebook?” I’ve moved to twitter, which restricts you to 140 characters, and no cunt’s sending me a PICTURE of beer. If I could be bothered closing my FB account I would. Yeah, send me a picture of a bunch of flowers there. No really, that would make my day.
Facebook. He be dead.
Thanks DFOC and Mike. See you both in the Facebook small picture of beer appreciation group.