Weekend Worstoff 133

Another bad swan graphic. Part of the Perth tradition. By A.T. Barnicle Barney takes his camera to the toilet. Not sure what the “emission” is made from. Possibly real. More concrete cock from B.T. The happy face and the camera shadow work well together. And pout…

And a sucessful attempt by Powederfinger to look like wankers.  By Perenium. The plane looks small and budget, but they still look like wankers. This is how you do it!

About The Lazy Aussie

Commended Haiku writer. A lover of The West's Worst. Perth stand-up comedian, photographer and writer.
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25 Responses to Weekend Worstoff 133

  1. skink says:

    as a migrant with no understanding of Australian pub rock, I would be grateful if someone could explain:

    1. why people like Powderfinger
    2. why people seem upset that they are breaking up
    3. why liking mediocre Auusie pub bands is regarded as an act of patriotism
    4. why nobody refers to them as ‘Pullmyfinger’


  2. Paracleet says:

    That dancing C & B stick man is close to t-shirt worthy.


  3. Snuff says:

    The swan buttplug logo’s not bad, TLA, but is that a garbage truck ? Is nothing sacred ?


  4. BrownBook says:

    Most boringest band evers


  5. Russell Woolf's Lovechild says:

    At least that appalling jet made it all the way to Perth unlike a number of others. Is QANTAS the new Garuda?


    • Bag O'Turnips says:

      If they made a film about that tour (and let’s hope that they haven’t), I think it begs to be titled Cocksuckers’ Blues

      Like the Strolling Bones in the ’72 Exile On Main Street tour, this too involves a jet in their similarly titled, yet unreleased, doco. And that’s about where the similarities end. None of Bris Vegas’ most famous lounge act have anywhere near as much cool as a solitary, scag sweaty Keef armpit hair and although Mick can be a bit of a poncing prat, he has a stage presence that Bernard Fanning could only dream about.

      It also known that Bill Wyman was (and still is) a cricket tragic like the Stinkfinger are, but he redeemed himself by being a rocksteady bassist, the band’s diarist of their debauched days, not to mention adding much to that image by being something of an expert pork-swordsman. Whereas the other group would be spending the plane ride reminiscing of the glory days of both themselves and that other bunch of tedious prats, the Australian XI, gnashing over their recent karmic payback via slumping form, after years of poor sportsmanship and vacuous triumphalism.

      I sincerely hope that Pullmyfinger have not made a self-serving televisual wankfest and that like (the original) Cocksucker Blues, it is withheld from a wide release. Unlike the Stones’ film, let there never be any rare screenings to a small audience, alright? Please?


  6. Bento says:

    I quite like Powderfinger. Not enough to buy their albums, but enough to see them at festivals, and certainly enough to think ‘These Days’ us a superb bit of rock and roll.


  7. vegan says:

    outrage: the dark satanic mills – a highlight of the weekend.


  8. B.T. says:

    Hey, my picture was TWOP worthy. I feel so honoured. Maybe I’ll think of something nice to say about your bar. Maybe.


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