Bag O Turnips, took the photo made with the commentary and even sourced a musical quote. Hooooeee that’s diligent worsting. So, over to you Bag O’…
Sexy everywhere
Sexy up the river, where it flows among green aits and meadows
Sexy down the river, where rolls defiled among the tears of shipping and the waterside pollutions of a great and clean city
Sex in the featureless, genderless, self-frosting glass toilet doors
Sexy in the humble ground-floor keycutter’s cubicle
Sexy in PowerPoint presentation and the workflow chart and the mission statementSexy in the opinion and truthSexy in everything, but sex. DC Root, from the promotional trailer to the ROOT! album, Surface Paradise.
When I was out on the weekend, I noticed this fishmonger’s van parked near the UWA boatshed carpark, selling “SEXY SALMON FILLETS”. And it got me thinking, “geez, even a weekend fishmonger flogging fillets of fish—anyone more salt of the earth and old school, one would presume—has resorted to sex to sell fuckin’ fish. Well, I s’pose if the smell of raw salmon reminds one of the pudenda, then so be it!
Thanks Bag O.
Sexy
The Worst of Perth 
I only eat sexy seafood. Never again will I buy non-sexy seafood.
mmm… check out the tits on that lobster. So attractive.
Coles & Woolies can go to hell. I now buy direct from this monger.
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pardon the pun, but I just realised I could have some fun with my avatar.
I wonder if the sexy salmon comes with a serving of greens?
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Kebab Buurger anyone?
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Not without my baby fish cakes!
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Suck on a slender, sleek sea cucumber, anyone?
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With 10cc of Hollandaise sauce!
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what, no jets of vinegar?
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Just lumpy splatters of Miracle Whip will do.
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You run this and not the crab signage from the Guildford ‘monger?
For shame.
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You should have put more work in. Where was your song quote?
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This salmon is not only terrifically sexy, it also does not have crabs.
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But has it been boned?
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TLA can we do nothing to scale back these puns? Really piscing me off
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I sea. You’re suggesting they serve no porpoise?
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We just can’t hallibut!
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Quite attention catching, but no need to carp on about it. No customers though, the monger must be waiting for the sign to work with baited breath. He octopus a bit more effort in.
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Fed up to the gills with these scaly puns, will salmon put a stop to it!
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Just think, this huge collection of atrocious puns and the State Library has to just fillet away for future reference..
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On Microfiche.
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Really? For caching the … net?
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Perhaps he should wear some fishnets.
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Oh, don’t tell me you’re already fin-ished! Or is it that you just can’t hake the plaice?
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Are you trying to bait me? You sound like you have a chip on your shoulder.
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Urgh that was a real lemon
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I was just clown-fishing about.
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well then, credit where it’s dhu.
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where’s my squid pro quo, perch-ance this sexy fish?
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And some killer éels.
Along with a leatherjacket ala The Firm
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You are all so good at whiting puns.
I wish i could do it too.
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I’m herring you, mullet over there is a ray of hope, fish are a rich source of omega 3 puns.
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I shall not pickle your oponions.
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Whale, batter sea if we can scale them back then
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Duck yeah.
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Let me just stick my oar in, and advise you that you’re all a mob of punts.
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Stick it in again you mean – you’re hooked on this aren’t you
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Talk like that will result in a salt and battery with a swift nemo to the cobblers.
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DFOC, would you smoke a Sexy Salmon Fillet, or would you put it up the nose?
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You would definitely put it up your bum and wait for it to dissolve.
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Eyedrops – straight to the optic nerve and – way hey!
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What on earth is this new background TLA?
Wembley-ware?
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i do believe my mother had the wembley ware fish dish which can just be seen to the right of screen.
themed background aussie? good work.
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Ceramic fishy
Found in antiquarium
Wembley-Ware species
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Cooler on the blink
Wafting diesel masks warm fish
Sexy pudenda
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Love it; absolutely love it; especially after some silly tweeter got boned for suggesting that an underage but precocious ‘celebrity’ might get laid after the Logies.
Sexy fish fillets feeds my social cynicism perfectly, with or without Hollandaise sauce.
Themed background is perfect. Well done that man.
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Myteenageninjacockle, fresh from the UWA boatshed next door.
Truly deadly seafood.
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For the win!!!
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Sexy salmon, the whiff of the sea. I would have thought this was ripe for a bit of Wintoning.
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Connecting the words “sexy” and “Winton” results in a complete mental non plus ultra for me.
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And you might come up with Newton Faulkner, ugliest musician goin around.
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oh good god. I had managed to forget
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‘Bugger!’ Jaidyn sagged in his chair. It was the drinking, he reckoned – hardly excessive, but still. It’d blunted his game; left him open. Prime opportunities cropping up like South Freo warehouses, and all he’d come out with was a shitty Darch duplex of puns. Unforgivable. He clenched his fist around his pen. The shame came biting back, its warm tang recumbent against the back of his mouth, the memories washing in like day-old dhuhy fillets in the drip-basket. His first time dumped in the surf, bloody lips pursed with squinting embarrassment in the penetrating sunlight. Little Becky Gibbons, pointing at his fat belly, leading the chorus of mockery. When would it ever end? He couldn’t say – his entire existence, an aqueous cycle, heartbreak spattered like ocean spume across the pages. Phwoar, that was deep, deeper than that mussel trough down near Fitzy’s shed. Those had been the days, he thought…
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I bow to the master once again. Made my day – cheers!
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No worries
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Wintastic, winumental, winderous winstiche..
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There’s a lingerie shop in Lorne Victoria called Fishy Knickers… maybe these Salmon came via the Great Ocean Road.
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That conjures up some very interesting images Cookster. You haven’t been doing Busewells, have you?
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In Freo’s fair city,
where the hippies are clique-ey,
I first set my eyes on boofish Adele Carles
She first took her seat in Parlee
We snogged in a pantry
Crying Buswell’s cock’n’balls
Alive alive O
Alive alive O I’m reaching a big O
Crying Buswell’s cock’n’balls
Alive alive O
She was a left lawyer
a pleader and borer
but preaching a tory line was something she’d learned
She hated the sheep trade
and lead on the rail trains
Crying Buswell’s cock’n ball’s alive alive O
She fucked me in Parlee
we fucked in Albanee
she fucked me so hard whenever we could
we mass debated in Parlee
we both knew twas screwey
Crying Francois and Marg’ret
Goodbye goodbye O
Crying Greenies and Tories
goodbye bye Freo.
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molto bene orbio
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That’s weird J-J – check out my almost simultaneous post.
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“Miau,” it said. “I’s in ur dreams eatin ur fear, nom nom”
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That guy is clearly in cahoots with the fish guy in Guildford, he too has the Sexy Salmon sales pitch. When will they get the link between “prawn” and “pawn”?
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Fresh local pr0ns?
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Fish dinner with relief?
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Haddock with happy endings?
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And maybe with some of these.
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… these.
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“Over here, it smells like fish…”
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and finally…
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Fish fetish? Fishy knickers? What’s going on in Victoria?
I’m groping for answers.
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I made a sexy salmon video!
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We buy from the sexy salmon fish guy in Guildford. Awesome fish. We don’t go anywhere else.
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