I ask for water, and she gave me gasoline
I ask for water, give me gasoline
I ask for water and she gave me gasoline
Lord, Lordy Lord. The Gun Club, Cool Drink of Water.
3 Pics from Curtin this week. I’ve been going to the tavern since 1981, and I’m still in remedial class. Until I can master tequila…
And here’s a shot from the very tavern. Curtin Student Guild has a very strict Some Smoking policy.
And I don’t know why, but this just struck me as a worst. Killer bees?
Doesn’t Curtin have any pride?
Doesn’t the university have a primped, primed and over-paid Corporate Style Officer to ensure consistent on-message
branding?
I’ll bet the VC didn’t even sign-off on this temporary signage.
At least we know where the bees went.
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I ate your bees!
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They were your bees?
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“No, they were not my bees,” he said, remembering to use the reply function.
It was a lame, subtle Dr Who reference.
I chose not to go too far with a Dalek invasion reference, perhaps a mistake.
But the bees are disappearing in patches around the world and no one knows why. Well, I think the Forteans know why… but who believes them.
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Sorry, I was born a cyberman man, and I’ll die…
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RIP
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p.s. Used wheel sign stand. Very Australian, and I submit, not so worst.
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So THAT’s what a university cigarette looks like. Now I know.
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That’s not an ashtray, it’s a Curtin Tavern house cocktail. Curtin graduates have to scull one as a formal part of the ceremony.
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Ahh Vic. That’s what I should have written. Much funnier.
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It’s a Tavern Mixed Platter.
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The Mixed Platter also used to include crow shit, I recall.
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I thought the rule was ” what happens at Curtin stays at Curtin”, You need a good drink to realize you’re facing the world with a Curtin degree and you hear buzzing but it won’t go.
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