Bento shows the effete state of footy, when quince paste can assuage finals fever. They might as well wear berets too. I see it’s Maggie Beer brand, remember her from “The Chef and the Biddy?”
Manhattes Barkeep sends this article on the state of TWOP Hudson Valley clubhouse Halcyon Hall.
L.A.G. sends this house in South Fremantle, which is kind of cool I think. Not worst? It is terrible yes, (dude who spaced your balcony bits?) but still has something. Those fuck off shutters always add class.Mark sends a still life.And he also sends a beautiful shot of Meekatharra. Pure art.Worst well.
cunts.
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Cunts. In berets. Do they even know of berets in Meeka?
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Oct 1 deadline for Halcyon Hall! It might be in for a (quince) pasting…
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They call a quince pastry Footy food, The ultimate footy food is a Meat Pie with Coke or Hot Dogs and Beer. Is That Woolworths if it is there always packed on Saturday Morning with random people being arrogant and not moving the big trolleys because you need to get in the dumb checkout!. All Said!
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arse biscuits
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Excuse me Skink, Is there such a thing as those?
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are you refering to the footy food or the dumb people in Woolworths?
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just an alternative to calling you a cunt
a little variety on the weekend
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From Harry’s, with Frist.
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Phoaargghhh… quince paste, eh? Anyone fancy a taste of my quince paste?
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Last night I dreamt
That somebody loved me
No hope, but no harm
Just another false alarm
Last night I felt
real arms around me
No hope, no harm
Just another false alarm
So, tell me how long
Before the last one ?
And tell me how long
Before the right one ?
The story is old – I KNOW
But it goes on
The story is old – I KNOW
But it goes on
Oh, GOES ON
And on
Oh, goes on
And on
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poof
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Not if he doesn’t push back, amirite, WT?
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I got pictures of naked ladies
Lying on their beds
I whiff that smell and sweet convulsion
Starts a-Swelling inside my head
I’m making artificial lovers for free
I start to howl I’m in heat
I moan and growl and the hunt drives me crazy
I fuck like a Beast
I come round, round i come feel your love
Tie you down, down i come steal your love
I come round, round i come feel your love
Tie you down, down i come steal your love
I’m on the prowl and i watch you closely
I lie waiting for you
I’m the wolf with the sheepsskins clothing
I lick my chops and your tasting good
I do whatever i want to, to ya
I’ll nail your ass to the sheets
A pelvic thrust and the sweat starts to sting ya
I fuck like a beast
I come round, round i come feel your love
Tie you down, down i come steal your love
I come round, round i come feel your love
Tie you down, down i come steal your love
Come ride, savage seduction
Ride, ride, ride
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Interesting when you let your iPod loose with the shuffle selection?
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Mine played Rod Stewart today and some Frenchversion of Blue Monday. I have no idea how they got on there.
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Your bill for excessive downloads will tell you.
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That would be Nouvelle Vague. Should be awful, but somehow isn’t.
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Obviously it lacks the propulsion of Hook and Morris, but their versions are always interesting.
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Not to mention it also lacks the charisma of The Accelerated Men. Or the Fur Versions for that matter.
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I like the house. Very Venturi.
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What’s Manhattan’s attitude towards Quince paste?
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I don’t think it’s a readily available foodstuff.
Jalapino jam? That’s probably more like it.
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According to him, it’s for cocksuckers only.
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then you’re a dead set starter
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Well, I do exact the same demands of myself as what I do of others. I’m a pur-feckless-tio-nist you see.
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Why you should never pay a ‘per balustrade’ rate.
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two balustrades, many balusters
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Yeah, but they were both really expensive.
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Cunt.
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Ohhh.. I see what you did there. Cunt.
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I quite like cunts really
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Yeah. Stop using it as an insult. Ya buncha cunts.
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Suck my cock. Cunts.
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Does anyone else find the deserted auto-dump in Meeka a little disturbing? I blame this bloody economy, squeezing out the little fellas. Last I was there you couldn’t see the red dirt for the broken down fords and little kids (so dirty you can’t tell the difference between the aboriginals and white kids, they all run in the same pack and they’re all the same shade of red). They couldn’t fit a tyre for the work van I was in so I made the trip back with one wheel smaller than all the others, and all the local copper said was ‘least its got tread mate.
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So what’s your problem with red people?
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Hahahahaa I know Ripper… a good Aussie bloke – Not Worst.
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