LEAR: Let it be so; thy truth, then, be thy dower:
For, by the sacred radiance of the sun coast,
The mysteries of Mindarie, and the night;
By all the operation of the orbs
From whom we do exist, and cease to be;
Here at ECU Joondalup Campus;
I disclaim all my paternal care,
Propinquity and property values of blood,
And as a stranger to my ute and me
Hold thee, from this, for ever (ie FOWF).
CORDELIA: Dude, back off.
The jumbled and incomplete impression I got from the raw comment stack (without being able to see the posts or who was slagging who) while I was in Viet Minh territory was that Orbea had fallen foul of various stalwarts and editors. Frankly I can’t be bothered to go back and get all au fait with the whole situation, but the cunt sent me this, so I don’t care anyway. As Orbea said, “Talk about setting your standards low – and failing.” Jesus is as much King of Joondalup as..well… Someone is king of Somewhere. (insert own krazy comparisons.)