Teasers don’t prosper

Mumbrella recently announced that Nandos was ditching its ad agency and was going to do the work in house. Here’s a perfect example of why that was a mistake. The spottiest juniour creative could have told them that foiling erections won’t sell cooked cock. What is the thinking here? A bloke looking for flange, or at the very least some boozie action is going to look at the site, see it’s advertising charred chicken not actual hotties, give a chuckle and then order some? No, they’re going to say “Fuck you Nandos. I won’t forget this cheap trick. Seen at Curtin.

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Outrage Sunday FVKMMX

I see we had cock graffiti from Maylands yesterday: snore bore. It is time for a post with 100% western suburbs’ goodness. This is the standard of graffiti we have in the Golden Triangle: dated with Roman numerals. The sea of grass is in Johnston Street, Peppermint Grove; the wall FVK is between Napoleon and Jarrad Streets in Cottesloe.

The wall FVK is not far from Luke Power’s tattoo shop: yes, the Rock Machine president hopes to open his parlour in Cottesloe Village. Luke didn’t return the POST‘s calls last week – when will he lodge the paperwork with Cott council? He is calling it Ronin Indelible Aesthetic.

Speaking of the POST, I know two TWOPers at least have giggled in a juvenile manner over the recent report of a Friend of Hollywood Bush (Nedlands) taking armfuls of bongs to the bin. I took a lunchtime stroll there on Friday and was delighted to spot even more…

The dessicated litter in the background is a packet of CCs (nachos flavour): perfect for those midnight munchies!

I would have taken this, but it was kaput.

More evidence of criminality: perhaps Mr FVK was here?

The most harrowing image of all, taken on a train that had just pulled into Shenton Park. Down for the count – but at what price?

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Weekend Worstoff 159

John S saw two tales of Edward Street.Bento saw some heritage cock, with testicles in the form of an artist’s pallette it seems. It was painted straight over. This building, the old hatchery castle thing on Guildford Road, used to have “Cousins you drug cheat” painted on it.Mac loved Daughters Oof Charity.Oh and here’s the link for the save Atlantis petition thingy if interested. Personally I like the ruins. Might be a good place for Octoberfest.

Worst well.

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Guilt Edged

Thus spake Travis Lindstrom via the mouthpiece of Dave P. There can be no expiation from such guilts as teen hangout, sauna and putting green. Take this mother to the Hague, or even Teh Hague if necessary.

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Miles of Vomit

Actually, this needs its own post.Link to original.

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Sports Shirt and Slacks Required

Are there still such things as slacks? Or am I thinking frocks? On the QT, I believe Gary will don the Dunderklumpen head during trivial pursuit.Bookings here.Gary Shanon Tour

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Eaten by Snails

These pictures were were put up at Curtin recently. I don’t know if graffiti or security promotion. Perhaps to scare off ne’er do wells. In any case, once eaten by snails, voila! Art.

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Get thee to a snuggery

Someone, maybe Snuff wanted pictures of the Ten Mile Well, aka the Wattleup Pub. Pete F obliges. The review, “No chill out lounge music, no doof, no indifferent service. Just your own stubby holder behind the bar & the soothing tones of the TAB race & results callers to accompany your (icy of course) cold lager. Snug in the snuggery.” Yeah. I can dig it. Barkeep de Manhattes – This be wot we be. And the third rule? Don’t talk to Commies, obviously. I kinda like it.

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Bumkin Super Welfare falls flat.

Pete F notes via Fin Review (or is it Weekend Australian?) that not only is the Royalties for Rurotards scheme a waste of our city smartarse dollar, but that the bumpkins don’t even, A) appreciate it, B) know it exists and C) couldn’t find it with both hands. Jeez, no wonder they’re suiciding like Emos out in the bush.

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Planet Pants

Planet Video and pants. Auteured by Bento. Mt Lawley. They appear to be some kind of granny undies.

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