I can’t think of a better signifier of Perth’s burgeoning acceptance of different walks of life. Whatever makes you happy, people. Heartwarming.
By Misspent Yoof. East Perth.
I can’t think of a better signifier of Perth’s burgeoning acceptance of different walks of life. Whatever makes you happy, people. Heartwarming.
By Misspent Yoof. East Perth.
On what possible occasion would you give someone this card? Congratulations on your extra-marital affair!
One of mine. Mount Lawley.
One from TWOP’s intrepid foreign correspondent. I am assured this is not verge collection, but is in fact promotion for picture framing! It’s a fine line, and not one I’m sure DFOC could discern.
Tulips and tall ships – I like it! Not sure what House Rules might have led to this arrangement, but it would certainly make the room pop.
By The Lazy Aussie. Doha.
Tenuous at best. Why do Jesus lovers persist in trying to bring the funny, when clearly this isn’t working? Why don’t they stick to spouting mumbo-jumbo, hating gays, fiddling with children and tax avoision? Do they really need to diversify their portfolio even further?
By Matt – that’s him there in the window.
No need to bother about eternity anyway, when you can live forever, like the zombies the Duxton exhumed to publicise their bridal expo. And Jesus. By Rebecca P.
My stockpiles are dwindling, and much what I have left would have to be redacted to xxxx. I may have to resort to blurry photos of dogs, verge rubbish, and anything else I find within 500m of my home or workplace (including 7 pubs!). Send submissions to bento.bocz@gmail.com
I did the pressure cooker gag like weeks ago, didn’t I? I can’t see why NF#1 would bother repeating the same joke, so long after pressure cookers left the news cycle. And he should have cropped this shot much lower, to avoid distracting the viewer from the pressure cooker joke.
Balcatta, by NF#1. Welcome back.
The country that gave us Shakespeare, Austen, Dickens, Woolf, and Orwell has degenerated to using phrases such as “adverse weather conditions” on signs. Mind you in Teh Pert these days we say “weather event”. Please, William, could your Norman and Breton hordes take care to not trample the badger holes whilst you change history? It’s enough to turn your world upside-down. Battle and Salisbury.
You know when you go on holidays, and you ask your colleagues to keep an eye on various things you’re working on, and they assure you they will, and then they do fuck all? Yeah.
Have we had Shane before? It seems familiar. Why would I call him 9240 5000? Doesn’t make sence. The next level? Don’t tell The Post someone’s contemplating a building with more than one level. By NF#1.
If you kill for truth, why on earth would I want to be true? What’s my motivation here? I’ve watched enough SVU to know that’s entrapment. Makes no sence. Mosman Park, by Pete F.
“The picture of her ass is a nice touch just in case you weren’t sure what a stripper does”, says BurgerD. Sencible. Location unknown. Probaby south of the river.
Worst well.
An update on the wobbly donger-out dog and rabbit mit boozies public art on The Arrondissement, for fixie afficionados and fellow travellers.
You will all be pleased to note the elegant solution implemented by the City of Vincent engineers, being 4 x 80mm steel poles bolted to the ground. Excellent work.
For the record – I’m a fan of this one.