Get your cunt out? What happened to show us your tits? Was a simple “Clean Me” not out there enough to write in this genuine Cunderdin dust? Or maybe it’s dust from cutting up the Lathlain Park carpark over the road. Presumably Bradzy has inflicted this irony soaked message on his mate’s car who unwittingly drove all the way from Cunderdin unaware at this supreme wittiness. Oh how he’ll laugh when he finds out that Lucy’s bedroom expertise is now known to everyone who followed his crapwagon down Great eastern Highway to the smoke. Jesper, please note. THIS is irony in its purest form.

Bit of a recurring theme already this week TLA?
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$648 ? That is awesome.
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I’ve been everywhere , man. Doodlakine ? Koolyanobbing at the Wyalcatchem Cunderdin.
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Speaking of Jesper, it seems he’s a glutton for punishment.
Not content with offending Murdoch students and faculty, Rotto-lovers, Svenkage-exponents, and anyone else with a deep sense of irony, he’s only gone and poked the handclappers with a stick.
Once again, it seems to be the presence of music which most aroused his indignation.
http://relm.wordpress.com/2009/07/12/how-to-survive-the-end-of-the-world/#comments
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Well finally something Jesper and I can agree on.
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I thought you agreed Murdoch smelled like an old turd?
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I could never comment on a fellow institutions odour, turdish or not.
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Once again Jesper proves the traps of living a sober existence. Apparently he is surrounded by people wearing religious symbols and talking about upcoming Sunday Mass. I might not get out much these days but the only Sunday celebrations my friends discuss are ‘hair-of-the-dog’ related activities.
That boy really must overcome his prejudices and spend more time at the Murdoch Tavern.
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Almost like a rock concert indeed, Bento. As if it’s not bad enough missing those warm Swedish winters.
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Spotted this one yesterday at Curtin Guild Day. Maybe it’s Hackett’s?
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i really like that thought ben.
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