could'nt keep 'em
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could'nt keep 'em
from ooooozzzzzzzzing on
"Beer anyone",yelled,
ill av arf
shouted nowoolies to
Andy as he
quickly chuggs it
Down realli fast
"Ahhhhh that's better"
"n" one fer
me mate, Rossco
who works tirelessly
't keep youse
lot well informed
of this thread
Another update. Good to see the quality lifted. That's it for a week, or so. Might get AB to lock the thread till I get back. lolol
Mexican wave to you…. Blowing up P@tsy - upsetting her perfectly quaffed hair doo and silicon b@@bs – with spikes on her fingers and warts on her ugly nose – even after surgery, was still ugly.
Asa hat full of busted up smashed rotten crabs.
“Gizza kiss,” she seductively muttered to the old barfly.
“I need surgery plus a b@@b j0b”.
“So you want to go alone, to the only barstool left” – thanks to old and white ant ridden slimy green cucumbers from the south of Mexican border – eating hot enchiladas with bunyup sauce cooked on the top of the burning h!lux bonnet.
“Stop bloomin swearing,” I yelled to the guy who was doing the most uncomfortably looking things – while selling damaged black fishnet stockings to the biggest Aussie Rules loser, because he can’t catch the judsta driving in circles applying judo hold in a 200b.
Just another Nissan in black fishnet stockings, drinking Scotty’s grog, in a mankini he stole from AB – the King offroad – and also got his manbag all tarted up for the town ,to pickup chicks on each hand with a tenna called Luc!@n) P@v, – sang for supper. Couldn’t earn enough doing dishes downstairs or shining boots with his big tub of polish in his pocket – where he kept his pet snake, who got stripes like a tiger after eating zebras at midnight to feed worms around Bob’s feet and up to his aaaarrrr….. pit hair.
“Nasty tape worms”.
“Oh, fug me, time for worming. Open mouth wide, crunch, crunch, spew, swallow, spew chew. Bloody horrible crap. Die wormy, die”.
“Gouge it out of his butt with a fish hook in his eye. Not that eye with the patch.”
“Ouch,” the little man said to the blind man with a gigatiuous boil on his dark side of his large butt – munching cane toad heads and toes – licking its back with yummy sauce, to see colours on the rainbow and pretty stars. Psychadelic flash backs involving dancing toads – hippiyti hoppity, hopping over nowoolies’ head.
Unbolted from block, with grainy clutch in hand, he cooked his dinner like a freak, smoking mary joe through a 50 gallon tank, with diesel oil as pure virgin cooking, would taste good.
“Ahhh, ummmm. That’s so sweet. Hot chilli sauced rubbed all over the cooking virgin on sacrificial stone, drums beating in her ears. Doof doof doof from the sub woofer. Fully sick man spewed all over her very large pair of hands – which happened to be tied to …”
“Good god man. Keep that wig on. Someone might mistake it for a large hairy bearded man woman named…. Whos naughty boy, naked burt, is not pretty without his wig”. Pretty freakin bald after his Brazilian job got botched up and couldn’t pee for at least a whole month.
Back teeth floating in putrid bile, he swallowed hard and bit down on his leather studded strap, that’s attached to his lengthy piece of exhaust pipe, and very hot and spitting flames from the rear of his large hole, although it’s shrinking as we enter the cold.
Giggling like a girl, he danced around the campfire with only boots and rubber gloves. That is all he wore because he was nasty - but looked flash in pink velvet and pointy-toed shoes.
However, the yowie like the look and decided he’d have a lash into the garden with his huge red hot chilli pepper. Then came forth and multiplied, spittin fire from the huge ears of Dumbo the, dumb giraffe – whose short neck jammed up the backside of Humphrey the pantsless cat and Pat$y B!$co, using Burt’s wig as a puppet with no strings – just holding on – so Humpty fell on to Jemima – covering her in creamy egg yoke and homemade custard with whipped cream and lubbley wobbley.
Sitting in a patrol bouncing down hills over tojo carcasses in the swamp, covered in mud, and Burt’s wig that fell off. Burt’s poor wig – on the floor caught in a big spider web full of frogs, excreting mouldy maggots into meat pies for a 4wd club picnic surprise basket and off milk and curdled cream of Su^^y)ng GI.
“Holy WTF, B@tm@n”, exclaimed Robyn again.
“The Joker’s doing Burt Nuton’s wig on the rooftop of Roofy’s GU. Look, it’s dented”.
In a split second by falling branch, the heavy mongrel got the Joker, but B@tm@n subtly give him a atomic super wedgy - with stripes on his tanned hide turned very blue with red stripes.
“Need to breathe,” he said gasping for more beer, reaching out desperately from bottom of empty beer barrel.
Nooooo. Need beerrrrr,” said thirsty Bigrig, f@rting dust here.
“Where?”
“Over there,”
“Here comes Janie on a M@lv3rn St@r 3 speed dragster with streamers on and banana seat, and guess what – a sissy bar so Dhuck can drag along behind on his skateboard until he stacked another on top of a toymo – to impress all of his large, grotesque bald patch on the front of his head – on his chin, under his beer, above the pizza, on the floor of Bob’s van. With his boot planted dead centre of the brake - and that snapped and he couldn’t stop hitting land crabs with his roo bar – accidentally of course .
Safe animal strikes because if his cane toad jumps, he will die from a #$%^%&^ %%%%%#$% tyre on his little left toe to his tongue and cheek.
But then it happened. Not his brain – splattered him everywhere like bad disentry. If only he could own up to his sin and be the big scaly fish that gets cut up and eaten by the prop of the outboard – which was funny, coz it sprayed sticky stuff around the inside of the cuddly cabin which was also made a stinky.
And all through the little house on the prarie also, a Nissan patrol freak lurks below the surface.
“Look, it’s Scotty,” - holding his enormous beer gut with belt buckle obscured and digging in his navel cavity, - discovered some fluffy, yummy fairy floss. Yummy but smelly with crusty bits, y0rk$h!re shepard pie and lint fairies – all dusted with 100’s and 1000’s.
Now that’s over, we all feel like fairy floss – light and fluffy, sticky sweet, smelly and crunchy.
That putrid mud. That’s much fun in the bush - till it’s home time - for a steak cooked rare – moooo!!
After that, we went troll cruizin, drank some coldies with vodka watermelon. Ended up wasted – again. Oh brother – hung over and feeling crap, then start again, ready for the major pi22 up for Easter trip.
Mud, dust and sick woozy guts. Add more slop to underneath the watchful eye of muddies spinning frantically in the pot - trying to cook brekky hang over cure for 2012 bash over the head of another person with a frankfurhter in their cruiser stuck in mud totally up to their stinky armpits with their feet, which they should have washed in runny cow poo, lots of soap - and minced bunyips couldn’t keep ‘em from oooozzzzzing on.
‘Beer anyone,” yelled ???????
“I’ll av arf,” shouted nowoolies to Andy, as he quickly chugs it down really fast their stinky armpits with their feet.
“Arrrr, that’s better – ‘n one fer me mate, Rossco, who works tirelessly to keep you lot well informed of this thread.
because no-one else
Good work Rossco, LMAO again, well done mate :cheers:
here drives t....t....t.......
turbo intercooled scooters
yer a clown
in the circus
touring the country
juggling tojo parts
by their ears
big dumbo ears
with a loooooong
wait for videos
oooooohhh that hurts
but i like
not just yours
but that one
with the big
shiney thing ontop
takes the cake
and the beer
back to mine
for some fun
at growlers bar
Where we all
get totally pi#$ed