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.