Moral Uplift

Two morally uplifting or spritually downdraughting submissions depending on your point of view. Cookster, aka Cockster, aka Spamster, (dude we love you, but we are going to have to seriously intervene on your arse over your PR spam torrent) found a high profile tenant in Osborne Park Industrial area. There is a sinister 696 next to Jesus’ name too. Who would have thought Jesus would outlast Main Digital? The fancy dress shop still holding out over the forces of J though. Can you get a Satan costume there?

Shazza finds her worst in Willagee. There has only ever been one other worst from Willagee, but a big one. Alan Carpenter. What kind of moral uplifting goes on behind here. Sounds suspiciously Taiping to me. Reminds me of the drive through Buddhist Centre.

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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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7 Responses to Moral Uplift

  1. Snuff's avatar Snuff says:

    According to Association Perth, TLA, their full title is the
    Zee Perth Khor Moral Uplifting Society Zephyr and Zodiac Owners Club of Western Australia, which as you’d know is the Timaru ride of choice.

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  2. David Cohen's avatar David Cohen says:

    Am I alone in guessing the Cockster was paying a visit to Vanessa in unit 6?

    I’m pretty sure he has his own Alphabetter at home.

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  3. Timaru, The Bunbury of new Zealand has been visited and worsted before.

    Santa Head Shot, Worst On Tour New Zealand

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  4. Bill O'Slatter's avatar Bill O'Slatter says:

    A brief history of Willagee : home for many a year to the arse end of the working class and commies on “work” experience , now the shifty upwardly mobile looking for a bargain.
    There cannot be a better place for Moral Uplifting than Archie Ball’s street.

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  5. Cookster's avatar Cookster says:

    DFOC, I was actually visiting a tyre centre in the estate after picking up a Saturday arvo bolt in the front left hand steel radial – the 2nd time in two weeks.

    It was closed – oh, Perth, that’s right – so I popped up the back of the estate to see if Jesus could work some magic. Alas, he was out sharing loaves and fishes (herring?) with Broadfield and the Boy Wonder.

    Just as an fyi, the bloke at Bob Jane later charged me $10 to tell me my tyres were almost at the legal limit – a fact I already knew. Arseclown.

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