Outrage Sunday 134 orjazzm

Posted on February 9, 2014 by rottobloggo

The roads were slippery around Gnangarra. orjazzmThere was tension in Cottesloe. anonymousI was glad to safely return to my Padbury Heights backyard. backyard

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25 Responses to Outrage Sunday 134 orjazzm

  1. Rong1 says:
    February 9, 2014 at 8:47 am

    The backyard needs a firebreak

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  2. billoslatter says:
    February 9, 2014 at 9:19 am

    “Barney’s Lament” or “Kookaburra shit on my head.”
    “Day after day
    sharks reappear and fade
    I just keep up the mendicantation
    Night after night
    My heart skips a bit
    I take more medication
    It’s time to drive in a traffic jam
    Smell the degeneration
    It nullifies the night
    From shark overkill
    I’ll get a kebab and some I’ll go to Bali ,
    that is if they
    don’t gnarl me
    Bussie’ll jumpem
    that’ll fix the fishie mastication
    Day after day
    sharks reappear and fade”

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    • rottobloggo says:
      February 9, 2014 at 9:32 am

      MAWsome, Bill!

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      • Anonymous says:
        February 9, 2014 at 10:37 am

        Vogon Poetry? Seems to be a distinct similarity:

        Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
        Thy micturitions are to me,
        As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
        On a lurgid bee,
        That mordiously hath blurted out,
        Its earted jurtles,
        Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
        Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
        Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
        And living glupules frart and slipulate,
        Like jowling meated liverslime,
        Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes,
        And hooptiously drangle me,
        With crinkly bindlewurdles,
        Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
        See if I don’t.

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  3. Russell Woolf's Lovechild says:
    February 9, 2014 at 10:38 am

    Those eager voyeurs (like me) looking forward to a glimpse of Perth’s Peppy Party People will be disappointed that Celebrity Lawyer to the Star’s Martin Bennett has settled the Dry Humping for Prawns case.

    People who derive most of their legal information from The Castle will be surprised to find someone on a six figure income will generally win against former Greens candidates with no visible means of support. Where is Legal Aid when you really need them – for the LOLs of course.

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  4. richarbl says:
    February 9, 2014 at 4:36 pm

    The sign that says, “don’t live in the sea” Thats the gold right there.

    Nobody lives in the fucking sea,

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  5. Russell Woolf's Lovechild says:
    February 9, 2014 at 6:54 pm

    Jeez you wouldn’t want to plant a tree and lose those ocean glimpses. The kikuyu is just fine.

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  6. shrieking wombat ninja says:
    February 9, 2014 at 6:56 pm

    What I would also like to know is why Rottto hasn’t scammed himself an all expenses paid scam to Indon for Logan Bogan’s release? Surely there is a Western Suburbs angle here?

    Not upholding finest standards of Gerbalism I’m afraid.

    Quite like backyard I must say . Very Vietnam and keep calling in the Airstrikes.

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  7. Shrieking Wombat Ninja says:
    February 9, 2014 at 8:47 pm

    I trust everyone’s watching the Special about V Capri?

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