I saw a light, just up ahead
But I couldn’t seem to rise up from my bed
I’m not alone, than I am
People seem to think I’m superman
But I watch for the love
I’m living in the day of the eagle, the eagle not the, dove
Its like a weight, that brings me down
If I don’t move, I’m on the ground
Its in my mind, Its in my soul
Its telling me the things I can’t be told
Its a watch for the love
Living in the day of the eagle, eagle not the, dove
Another day, another night
I want to love, they want to fight
I need the time, I got to be alone
I got to meet a lover on my own
I watch for the love
Living in the day of the eagle, eagle not the, dove Robin Trower Day of The Eagle
Even the most passionate Eagles supporter couldn’t argue about including this as a bull goose, A Grade worst. The grotto like enclosure, Santa in July, the goalposts – the whole catastrophe! Embleton.
And maybe scroll your screen up and down really fast, or imagine some crash zooming in and out looking at this letterbox while listening to Robin Trower and Day of The Eagle. It’s the only way you’ll be able to make sense of the thing.
The Worst of Perth 
Will be 3/4 of a million views today.
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and TLA well done on the 3/4 million views. slowly but surely you will be the king!
soon you could start wearing a t-shirt saying,
“i’m big on the internet”
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Is this one just too baaaad to get comments? I thought it was an excellent worst.
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It’s practically perfect in every way. I think we’re all a little intimidated.
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I suspect that’s correct, TLA, and there may be an interesting principle there. I tried the scrolling, zooming, looking and listening with about this much success.
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Indeed. What can one say?
It is perfection wrapped in flawlessness while being parcelled up with Simply The Best in the background.
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Any mention or reference to footy (of any kind) causes the same reflex action in me as religion.
Big turn off.
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So you’re here for the Indian semen?
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It’s a bloody disgrace. Somebody call the council and have it torn down and thrown in the river with the couch, where it belongs.
I’ve had a bad day.
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Someone has just arrived here via a search for “Indian Semen”.
Oh the pain, the pain of it all.
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Well those song lyrics really suck so maybe there is some connection with semen afterall?
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I’d like to take this opportunity to welcome our Indian Semen searchers. I do hope you can find what you’re looking for among these pages.
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He’s no doubt an unemployed rural youth, Ljuke, indifferent to the attrition. Most European countries need Indian semen to fill the vacuum, after all, and as for local consumption, women are opening up to alien sperms, apparently. Beats working for Telstra.
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Meh. Screwed up the European countries link. Take two.
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Indian semen is over $12 a litre on the spot market, I’ll have you know.
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That letterbox/shrine is a Class A genuine fucking worst! And not just for letterboxes but for the whole of humankind.
I have not yet decided whether it is worst than Colin Barnett though, as a long time Liberal I am just appalled by this
feckless fuckwit.
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can’t believe that I was away for this post
ok
Woosha is a God
Cousins can do no wrong
Natanuiu – who-ey
Judd can go and get fucked
season 2010 bring it on!
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An Eagle with King Kong arms is a more powerful deity than Santa. Talk about fucked-up priorities. Like that Eagle will ever deliver a train set on the 25th.
Delusional bastard.
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