A ute decoration so ill judged and risible that it’s almost great. By Mancey, Bunbury. 
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The Worst of Perth 
Pro Hart is still wallowing in spaghetti
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I fuck dead people …
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A fan of Schubert’s “Der Tod und das Mädchen”.
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At least they got the flames going the right way.
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I really like this sculpture piece because I am a big fan of Chris Drury, even if he is a second-rate Andy Goldsworthy
but I don’t understand what relevance Cornish dry-stone walling might have to Perth or to AFL football.
still, it’s got to be better than Kim Scott’s footy poetry.
it doesn’t rhyme and it doesn’t even mention Adrian Barich.
Now Barra was poetry in motion…
https://au.news.yahoo.com/thewest/sport/afl/a/31732614/art-meets-sport-at-perth-stadium/#page1
http://chrisdrury.co.uk/the-wandering/
https://au.news.yahoo.com/thewest/wa/a/32562965/the-inspiring-poetry-set-to-lift-perths-footy-crowd/#page1
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Das Wandern , das Wandern …
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and also RIP Gene Wilder, my gravitar for these last few years
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men really do overestimate their attractiveness, don’t they?
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People think I under-estimate mine.
Who am I to argue?
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Certainly overestimates the interestingness of a fucking crewman. Not even a real ute!
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…whereas many women feel the need to exaggerate theirs with cosmetics, fancy clothes and accessories.
Then, they complain about men leering.
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The whores.
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Only off mating season.
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after trying for some time I’ve concluded there is actually no response to this comment that is anywhere near as funny as the comment itself. Well done Rolly on transcending parody.
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Yes.
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I tried, but I tend to agree with you.
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Not so much parody JaneZ , but this comment is crying our for a feminist , nomenclaturing deconstruction or at least a Post Freudian, R D Laingean analysis
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Perhaps a simple Wot the fuck? Would have sufficed.
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Projective identification
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Projective_identification
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“There are none so blind as those that will not see.”
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Spot on. These tramps slap on the eyeshadow and then act all surprised when a man rapes them.
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perhaps the lesson is: if Rolly isn’t leering, I’m not trying hard enough?
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You’ve got to own it.
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…on the other hand, you might just be to-o-o trying to contemplate.
Anyway, I’m more into gawping than leering these days.
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Boner!
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Medusa makes her victim rock hard , not boned up !
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Sorry she’s too white for me. I’d like a flame shirt though and always ask for one without luck on birthdays xmas etc. you see deros wearing them, they must know where to get them.
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That odd shirt store on James street Northbridge might be able to help.
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I’ll go out on a limb and guess the lady is the nightmare Life-In-Death from Coleridge’s “Ancient Mariner.”
Her lips were red, her looks were free
Her locks were yellow as gold
Her skin was white as leprosy
The nightmare Life-in Death was she
Who thicks men’s blood with cold.
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I’m not sure that poetry – or irony is present in Bunbury, but I guess you could be right.
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Does Coleridge mention her boozies? Could be the clincher.
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