This is the whole update for today.
Then Paul started a fan club, rolling his tomboller at the fan. “Another bloody double red eye and the kangawallafoxes yelled “yes, yes, yes, oi, oi, oi, yes, yes, yes.”
“Oh no, not the bunyups again”, said Flying Badger, with hair blowing in every direction. “Leeaveee meeee aloneeeeeee” he said, while whistling and playing the banjo wit ya bells around ya ankles.
Who dares plays silly little tunes about crapota owners on the pipes. Clunks got it, and well all knew too well his pants were way too tight. “Hooray, he’s really Burt Newton in a sequined jumpsuit, in Melbourne tonight, cruising the streets and looking for some hot Panini, so it could satisfy the hunger of the inner Tummy Grumble Monster”.
Oh, this sucks. Finly has his fill of the Streets ice cream, food and grog and got hammered on red vino.
Oh man, a giant hangover. Berocca fixed it - with fluro pee, irritated my bowels. Bubble, bubble, bubble. Move back everyone, about to explode,” – but who knows and who cares. The members do. Batten down hatches, the gas build-up ….”too late, it’s gonna blow”….BOOOOOM. “What, that’s it”?
Not here yet, but just then Cyclone Yasi arrived and blew the toxic leakage to far over the forum campsite. “Not again”, said Mr Magoo shaking his head said, “dag nab it, I shot me bloody toes off, ruined me boots, and the floor was covered in blood and gore. Now have to stitch my toes and fix my undies from the …coz they’re filled with aliens’ rayguns and green slime oooozzzzzzzing from….”
His elastic straps were connected to his g string. But watch out, the green slime, ever so slowly, might breed humans. “Ahhhh, what a great breeding program for mankind’s future” said the alien. “Man’s future. More for us, but sex with humans is absolutely paramount to the expanding breeding program for more food, including genetically modified dung beetle eyelashes
