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Originally Posted by dottie
A thought for the day:- Can I have a shearers joy in Bazzaland without any billy lids around. Sometimes they make me bent as a scrub tick and make me want to off like a robbers dog and I'm done up like a pox-doctrs clerk, nearly full as a fat womans sock then got into a stoush it was a ripsnorter at the bloodhouse, I felt such a doofus. So couldn't run a chook raffle in a country pub till they said I hope all your chooks turn into emus and knock your dunny door down. I replied you bogan you wouldn't shout in a shark attack. Oh no I'm in the club again living in Black Stump I think I must be a tinnie short of a six-pack but then someone shouted chewie on ya boot! I replied I fear I'm going to pass over the Great Divide if I spit the dummy or I might even drive a porcelain bus.
Well what a wonderful piece of whoring - all you Aussie's out there will make sense of it I hope! 
No one solved this yet - such a nice piece of post whoring too 
God I feel better after that first time for many days  |
Automatic post whoring - I'm surprised no one else thought of this