TWOP posts have exceeded 1,000 in number this week.
Fellas, I’m ready to get up and mail my thing (yeah go ahead!)
I wanta get into that letterbox slot, man, you know (go ahead!)
Like a, like a sex machine, man, (yeah go ahead!)
Movin’ and mailin’ it, you know
Can I post it? (Go ahead) James Brown.
Another from Ljuke of Perth’s La Rambla, the Carlisle Oats Street arrondisement. To me the used condom on top of this mailbox gives the overwhelming impression that Romeo has been befouling the slot. Perhaps a “No Junk Mail” sticker is called for? 
The Worst of Perth 
well i guess we can all be thankful it was an unfilled condom….. don’t know if i was up for any more evidence of bodily functions.
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there’s a pun about French Letters in there somewhere
but I can’t quite find it
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You sure you didn’t stage this LJ?
From only a suburb away…
It may not have a condom- but it’s a very nice letter box…
Not to mention the worlds biggest Juliet.
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How dare you sir! Never have I staged a worst. Except for the Dukes of Hazard gemini. I painted that just before snapping the pic.
Funnily enough I noticed the wrapper just up the street the very next day.
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Well done to the people of Oats Street.
Not using protection can result it…
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Maybe it was left there to help horny teenagers avoid chalmydia?
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I can’t think of anything to say about the franger clanger.
But I do love the idea of an angry hot mob at the beach turning on sharks.
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yes, my favourite at the moment.
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It’s the “tore them new gill slits” that did it for me.
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the ” ” keep it particularly real.
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I like the idea of the sharks getting more than they bargained for.
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There was an article in one of the weekend papers about the ShamWow guy. He came across as a bit creepy.
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Which ShamWow guy would that be?
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The one with the freaky left eye, I assume.
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There is another.
Watch this space.
And there is a back story.
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We’ve got them on the run now!
http://au.news.yahoo.com/thewest/a/-/newshome/6696479/shark-sightings-in-swan-river/
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huh! sharks, in somewhat frightening numbers, have always hung out in the river, as far upstream as ascot, at least.
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As ASOT! Who are you people? Am I typing sweating like a greased dog while sharks raom as far as fucking Ascot? I’m rapturing like it’s 1999.
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A very special delivery
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Never mind the franger, what’s up with the RIDICULOUS redundant second “A” on the slot? Such a sickening waste of adhesive hi-viz lettering, someone should befoul this letterbox from its rear (and suspiciously larger) orifice…
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Its a redundant tautology
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Could a hint to the postie that a there may be a more interesting slot inside?
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I’m afraid it’s another sign of the metrosexualization of Carlisle. In my day you’d only see used frangers about. Or being used, upon letter boxes and in the bushes. It’s never been the same since this lot took over the Arcano Brother’s Caltex servo.
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1. The Buddhists have recently moved out of the old drive-through and it is now available for lease, although the signs advising as to the path to righteousness are still there.
2. I am sorry, and prepared to be slightly passive aggressive, about the fact that the Oats St child health centre sign pictures that I submitted *weeks* ago are apparently not that funny. I only mind because Oats is apparently the street du jour. The sign made me laugh anyway.
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Ohh Jesus so much good worsting. So much pressure. I’m at a loss what to do. As I say more posts per day reduces the hits and the comments. I have so many of my OWN pics that haven’t made it. Do I need an off broadway blog?
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Haven’t you already got one?
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The Not Particularly Good of Perth. Has a nice ring to it.
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Got It.
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aren’t off broadway bogs for geeks?
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*blogs*
damn! now it’s not funny…
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Wrong. Funnier.
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I’m sitting here with a vodka martini with sweat coursing down my non airconditioned bonce, and cunts keep sending me fantastic material. The chair is hot to the touch. The fridge is pumping superheated air at my face. What’s happening? I’m like, what? Dude? Rusty James!
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Rusty James!? Never! you are a veritable Francis Ford Coppolla – a puppetmaster
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Like I told you…
Things are getting Much Worster.
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Get Paracleet liquored up. We be rapture motherfuckers.
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there is nothing like drinking a sixpack and a half of Coopers Sparking while feeling the sweat form a permanent salty semicircle on my jeans millimetres from my arsecrack
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Might just work…
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Know what you need TLA?
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A ShamWa? Yeah. I can dig it.
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Who the fuck writes their phone number like that? It’s 4/4, you cunts. People that break their phone numbers in any other way shit me to tears.
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There is a help-line for that but I dare not write it.
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I thought you meant a kebab.
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Just getting another off the books AND I thought they might be able to help with the pressure…
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I wonder how business is at the Oats St child health centre given the appalling franger skills?
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I must report that there was yesterday arvo a shiny new, but used, franger by the northernmost entrance to Oats St Station on Rutland Ave.
I would have taken a picture, but had my four year old with me, so was busy trying to pretend it wasn’t there.
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