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Outrage Sunday 271 Number 95

Posted on November 27, 2016 by rottobloggo

Could you hear my teeth gritting in Claremont? Gaaaaaaahhhh. Sometimes I wonder if we should let the barbarians win – but then I grab my brains. Why bother, though? Either people are binge-watching, or making their life a soap opera … Continue reading →

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Outrage Sunday 270 a parmy in every pot

Posted on November 20, 2016 by rottobloggo

Only 112 days to go! Will you be voting for someone who can put a parmy in your pot and a car in your garage (not your bedroom)? Incidentally, Mr Seth’s inspiration is “Hanry Ford“. I wonder if this has … Continue reading →

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Outrage Sunday 269 The Perth God

Posted on November 13, 2016 by rottobloggo

Do you need an explanation what the Perth god can be? Here’s a rough approximation as the thing appears to me. God of merging, god of potholes, every wretched road you’ve trod, two fingers, booze buses and shit holes, that’s … Continue reading →

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Outrage Sunday 268 black hole

Posted on November 6, 2016 by rottobloggo

Hell is other people, said that Frenchy funster Jean Paul Gaultier. If you’re going through hell, keep going, Mitch Marsh said over the weekend. And, Sam Barnett: “It is better to conquer yourself than win a thousand battles. Then the … Continue reading →

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Outrage Sunday 267 The Painted Cow

Posted on October 30, 2016 by rottobloggo

This seen by Mr Ernie on the Midland side of Guildford Grammar. “For the Midland parents who wear thongs with their jeans,” he said. TLA was enraged: “This is what we’ve come to?” That’s why he’s the blogger and I’m … Continue reading →

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Outrage Sunday 266 Doorknocking

Posted on October 23, 2016 by rottobloggo

Only 109 days to go! This “passionate defender of the family unit” paused under teh Pert’s signature foliage in between ringing bells. Across the road, someone not related to Tim Winton is running for the reds. Great West Australians all!

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Outrage Sunday 265 fack you

Posted on October 16, 2016 by rottobloggo

What do you need when you’re living in an “excitement pocket” in Subi (apart from a levitating pool girl?? Your in-house gardener, never without a glass of upside-down cab sav. At least there are no bulging foreheads. Ah, Subi. The … Continue reading →

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Comrade Hilton

Posted on October 13, 2016 by rottobloggo

US election latest: socialist Paris Hilton won’t confirm she was working on a sex tape to boost the chances of Bernie ‘Feel the Bern’ Sanders before he pulled out of the race to the White House. Thanks Comrade Bento for … Continue reading →

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Outrage Sunday 264 In Memoriam The Taj

Posted on October 9, 2016 by rottobloggo

So. Farewell then The Taj-on-Swan. Me, Reign of Error, Pete F., And a dozen reporters Searched for gold, silver, coconuts, But found C&B. Soon you will be Roadbase in Treeby. People got sick of the aggra And the setbacks. I … Continue reading →

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Outrage Sunday 263 free car door

Posted on October 2, 2016 by rottobloggo

Even high-rise apartments aren’t safe from the uniquely-WA phenomenon of cars driving into bedrooms. Here, a Cambridge Street denizen, having obtained all the spare parts he can, leaves one of the doors out in the verge pick-up. This is where … Continue reading →

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