Weekend Worstof 210

And yet you can marry your sister. Only in Collie eh? By BB
Skylab, still in original wrapper by Vegan. Esperance.
Krazy Kym saw some nice items for sale at the Balcatta tip. Outrage is revelling in his new second hand shaving kit and mugs.

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Bite!

She says, she says damn that horror Scourfield
Sex horror sex Murray sex Coconut sex horror sex Cocos
Sex Cotton horror Cocos sex Majestic
Cool machine
Horror West Midland. bite!
Cool machine. bite!
Sex Cocos. bite! AAAAAArgh! Bite!
NF#1 sees massive Cocos aflame off the shoulder of Orion (aka West Midland). Sadly doused by the time he was able to get a camera out. But in any case. Burnt COCOS BIIIIIITE!
HORROR COTTON BIIITE SEX MAJESTIC BIIIITE!!!!!!!

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Two Letters to the editor

Maybe it is Nurry time again? It’s never Scourfield time.

Sirs,
With the high dollar making overseas travel more affordable, the unfortunate consequence is that local tourism suffers. Can I suggest that Stephen Scourfield be sponsored by WA tourism to stifle international travel? Nothing could be more of a disincentive to visit an overseas location than Mr Scourfield spreading his leaden blanket of banality over a place of interest. I was quite intending to book tickets to Burma until I read Mr Scourfield’s piece last week. The thought that he would have worn that hat all through Rangoon after making inconsequential notes that he could have written in the aircraft bog before arriving has soured (or perhaps Scoured) the place forever for me. Now I’m packing my bags for The Pinnacles, Wave Rock and El Caballo Blanco.

 Rottnest doesn’t need an accommodation upgrade to attract more bookings – just a feature on Bali by Stephen Scourfield.

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Sirs,
Perhaps the one positive thing about the weekend shark attack was that it occurred too late for Paul Murray to write a column labelling it a Greens conspiracy and white pointers “loopy”. Perhaps next week?

Instead Mr Murray interrupts his constant cheerleading for the Liberal Party to attack university taverns.

One constant in Mr Murray’s columns – apart from his arse numbingly boring writing style, the paragraphs clagged with 1970s cliches and his habit of cutting and pasting vast quotes to pad out his pompous drone – is his anti university stance. Just why is Mr Murray so agin higher education? You get the impression he is some kind of bitter university dropout who, because he couldn’t hack it, left for the ivory towers of journalism, where ignorance of a subject doesn’t prevent pontificating. If the issue wasn’t connected to a university, Mr Murray would be calling “nanny state” on this one – or, as Paul himself might put it: “While walking my dog around Allen Park, I, At first blush, found that this this loopy nanny statism comes from cloud cuckoo land (cut and paste 250 word quote).”

C’mon Mr Murray, these people are adults and, like the journalist who has to decide whether to hit the newspaper cafeteria’s bain-marie for a fourth Chiko Roll, can make their own decisions.

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AI Ya!

This, auteured by NF#1 is in an Irish pub in Yarraville not Perth, (teh blarney stone?) but any hope of it making Perth feel better about itself are wasted. Nice worst though, as we were only just speaking about Asains. Faint evidence of a triginometry problem being worked out. Totes Asain.

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Teabag my kill

The Cookster makes a welcome if instagrammic return with this aspirational chalkboard from Geraldton. The first one, ostensibly from Mainy aspires to teabag his kill. Well look, why not? Others are just a signal to geraldton’s Crapness. Marry Beau Fost? The dude’s name is Beau. Does he sound like the marrying kind? Giving good life to ppl? Be Jarvis? Follow Freocookster? Talk about loosers.

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The Brinks Job

Belmont, by Peter. Nuff said. Perfect. You should see the inside though. Perhaps Brinks can reassure us that this is a retired van. Shades of This.

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Comfortable, stable

For those that missed the facebook version, here is my “new” Tony Barlow Celsius 30 with original “fuck off” lapels from Mo-Mos on teh Arrondissement. Let me also juxtapose “Bar chair. Comfortable. Stable.” which I saw at Curtin today. For some reason it has a kind of sinister overtone.

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Not Asian

Like that’s something to boast about. Still though undeniably a dickhead. By Poiyter.

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Outrage Sunday 62 Bali false flag

I’ll have to miss my council meeting on Tuesday night: I’ll be on Teh Arrondissement watching the shocking truth of the Bali bombings.

The Velvet Lounge will be the place to see Fool Me Twice, a “…well-crafted, well-documented film from Australian investigator and film-maker Glen Clancy exposes the 2002 Bali bombings as yet another case of Flase Flag Terror“.

Who would have thought it? A 9/11 thinker says: “I rank this film among the most important and valuable of the year, packed with valuable information, bolstered by new analyses, and accompanied by a familiar pattern: violent extremists are targeted, infiltrated, aided, and ultimately directed by the very intelligence services that should be protecting innocent civilians from the extremists.” You know those Truthers know the truthiness.

I don’t want to spoil it for you, but the giveaway is the crater caused by the explosions…this from the movie maker’s media release: “The main explosive device was so powerful it seriously damaged buildings in a 2/400 metre radius and left a 1 metre deep, 10 metre wide crater. 202 people perished in the blasts, the majority incinerated from the main explosive device. Investigators quickly excavated the crater contents and dumped the remaining debris off the coast of southern Bali, including completely stripped concrete reinforcing bars. Potassium chlorate is a low velocity explosive and does not have the overpressure force to create a 1 metre deep crater or completely incinerate humans, let alone strip concrete. Only a high-tech explosive device has the power to strip concrete.” Echoes of the New York nanothermite in the dust.

The Constitution doesn’t recognise the Cabinet. Emad Salem was a controlled asset. Think! You won’t find this on CNN.

If only Annette had been there: more would have been saved, and we’d know Teh Truth.

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Weekend Worstoff 209

Pussy’s pussy by Brendon T. Actually at 3 degrees, my pussy was literally frozen solid this morning. I could have done with one of these. It was a literal miracle that I got it defrosted.
Well an awesome mum can have good boobies can’t she? By Marcia D, heading towards meth lab/banjo territory by the looks. Awesmum + I heart Mel’s Boobies.
And the second most likely Perth event after a commodore coming through light coloured brick wall, is the traffic camera take out. By Budda Lala land. Guildford Rd Garrat Rd intersection. Also known for a classic worst.
And Jack saw this in Grand Cinemas Joondalup. I didn’t know Joondalopians washed their hands.

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