More baffling wheatbelt boozie. Quairiding.
More baffling wheatbelt boozie. Quairiding.
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It has a strange kind of beauty, doesn’t it? But the prurient wheatbelt boosies theme: how times have changed. You’ll no doubt recall this is the very region that – alone in WA – returned a majority yes vote on Temperance in 1926. Yet, if the demon drink is responsible for such creativity as the above, then maybe, maybe…
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Never synthesise LSD in your own pottery studio , no matter how alternative your lifestyle !
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Yes. You will always overthink the nips.
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Somewhere, in the recesss of my ancient memory, I seem to recall a drinking game involving a ‘pot’ of a similar kind.
Beverage, invariable alcoholic, was poured into the vessel whilst the “contestants” drank from the streams which emanated from the teats, at a minimum distance of one yard.
Messy, mildly amusing initially, but becoming hilarious – at least to the participants and other drunks – as the game wore on.
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Two jugs one cup
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