Duplex

Another photographic urban masterpiece from WAtching. I think he said this ultra modern duplex was in Dianella. Someone was complaining about a lack of classic worsts? This classic enough for youse? I think it be. With added Cocos action.

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Weekend Worstoff 106

Nate from Perth 6000 is travelling in Asia at the moment. His lady bandages however are correctly stowed.Gondalez saw some more Wolves accoutrements at Blues n Roots. And Cimbali saw a collection of plates that were worth capturing. Particularly Juaaaaaan.

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Tub Boy

Shazza is calling this not worst, this guy that drives around in a bathtub in Freo (where else?). I suppose it does have a certain eccentric charm. I’m just glad it’s not tub girl. (And I would reccommend you don’t search for tub girl. Read the description in urban dictionary if you must know.)

The shadows of Shazza’s family are a little sinister though. Is the child holding a tyre iron?

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Bloody Oath

An Aussie vodka flogger was at my local piss shop last week, extollng the virtues of Melbourne voddy over my choices of Frog, Polish, Russian, or even New Zealand distilled leg opener. I’m not sure whether Bloody Oath would have been my choice for a theme, particularly for a somewhat girly looking herb vodka mixture, especially when the NZ Vodka 42 Below goes for a cat that looks like Hitler theme. Would anyone, ANYONE ask for a Coke ‘n Oath at a bar? I do like how they understand that Aussies may need to actually be instructed to drink the “short cocktail” after making it. No doubt many would end up standing around confused if that last step hadn’t been added.

I am willing to do a review if principal Oath floggers want to send me a bottle.

Bloody oath! – One of the hallmarks of the great Australian vernacular, which has been yelled with gusto for generations by miners through to politicians alike.
The social leveller – the emphatic “yes” – the roar that all are in complete agreement!

A unique liqueur made with the finest Australian Vodka infused with a secret mixture of extracts from the purest of indigenous herbs and spices.
Take the oath!  Straight up, on the rocks or mixed.

There’s also a name the cocktail competition which I hesitate to bring to the attention of some potty mouthed commenters.

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Pre Loved Babies

A nice find from a nice clown. Edward De Bozo also picked up several water damaged toddlers here at Girrawheen Farmer Jacks.

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Maddington Rex

Bohemian Carnivale spent some time in Maddington recently and took a number of pictures. This one was really nice. This one just seems to say Maddington, take me or leave me.

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Land Gosnells

Land, Gosnells. Go there, buy now. Testing a new theme, which supposedly allows bigger pictures. To test it here is something from Bohemian Carnivale from the Gozzie region. Does it work? Are the pics bigger?

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Bad Day at Dog Rock

I was thinking Troy would be sacked by now, but will post this anyway. Surely Troy and Adele would have chosen The Dog Rock Motel for their trysts. For one thing Troy looks like Dog Rock. I had to take a photo of my camera (with one of the three cameras I was carrying) because I forgot the cord for the Sony, but it does add to the sordid nature of the whole affair. And my Twitter feed shows how the whole thing was discovered.

“Hemp condoms led to affair discovery.  Confronted with used hemp condoms found in Albany’s Dog Rock Motel, Greens Adele Carles broke down…”

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Graeme Turner Puzzle Ring – Come Ride The Peace Beard

Oh peace beard sounding louder
Glide on my peace beard
Come on now peace beard
Yes, peace beard holy  roller

Everyone jump on my peace beard
Come on now peace beard…  Cat Stevens, Peace Beard

I have been chasing this Perth Worst for a very long time. In about 1982 I had Graeme Turner as a Language & Culture tutor, where his most memorable words to us largely gormless first years were, “I’m not trying to convert you to Communism – not that it would do you any harm…” He is now to be found at the University of Queensland, and from time to time on Radio National, if the topic were to be say, “Kylie Minogue, a new paradigm, or hegemony in hotpants?” or “Ray Martin, post Grampsciist or complete cunt?”. I remember that Graeme’s folk album Puzzle Ring once littered the bargain bins, in the early 1980s, but was unable to find a copy until today. In fact it’s almost impossible to even find a mention of it.

Could I really have forgotten he had carved his beard and mo into a fucking peace symbol! How could I have forgotten that?! How could a peace beard have faded so quickly from the scene? Even Doug Parkinson wouldn’t have had the kahunas for that. I’m thinking that beard must have seen a lot of action. Who could resist “Not only do I have an album out baby, but cop the beard. Riding this beard just once is worth fifty freedom marches.”

I’m half tempted to plait my pubes into the first few verses of “War, what is it good for?” And the back cover? Shouldn’t the left one hang lower?

Ride on the peace beard

My peace beard Holly Roller

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Get Ya Wilson Out

Wouldn’t this sentiment best be expressed in on the streets of the O’Connor electorate where Wilson Tuckey rules over a band of moronic rurotard voters rather than the crab infested burg of Manji? Anyhow, I’m sure they’re sick of the cunt too. Went on another boat trip on the canals, because the boy loves the dolphins. Tip to tour operators again. No-one gives a bag of cormorant shit what these hideous mansions are worth. Please stop telling us that some taste deprived fuckwit paid 3 million for their boat  and 2 million for their house. Shut the fuck up if you can’t think of anything to say. I also found a pic of an angel with boozies (inc nipples) on Mandurah Canals. Incomprehensibly hideous. Someone went to a shop and actually paid money for this monstrosity.I had the camera on standby in case there was any more Tasker crack on offer, but no. Unnaccountably though, the appallingly horrible Che Tasker (must be one WA’s most embarrassingly bad houses) also had some boozie on show for the tourist boats. Brickbats for the shitty mansion Rolly, but kudos for the Asian Nip.

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