Wet Queens

Dear Queens. Could I talk to your staff about having some means to dry my fucking hands after using the bog? Or am I supposed to pay $2 for a pheromone wipe? And while we are at it, your limp and tasteless “fries” would have embarrassed the defunct King Street Cafe. Think about it.




About AHC McDonald

Comedian, artist, photographer and critic. From 2007 to 2017 ran the culture and satire site The Worst of Perth
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17 Responses to Wet Queens

  1. scanners says:

    If you think their “fries” are limp and tasteless what do you think of the muzak that get’s played at Queens? At least you can stroll up Beaufort Street and have a 50% chance of something decent being played at The Flying Scotsman.


  2. Bento says:

    Who washes their hands at the Queens? You want handwashing, fancy pants, get yourself to a vibrant small bar. Otherwise, shut your face and drink your (slightly willy-scented) beer.


  3. scanners says:

    A beer which generally speaking will cost a dollar more than the equivalent at The Scotsman.


  4. rottobloggo says:

    Good DAY, sir.


  5. Russell Woolf's Lovechild says:

    Nice drunk proof laminating though. By the tone of this post, I take it the Wipe On Sex Appeal wipes don’t work then?


  6. BSWAM says:

    I like the implication that by “checking” someone regularly opens the door to the toilet and mutters: “yep, still there.”


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