Posted Thursday, 22 July 2010 at 1:23 pm |Permalink
Is Tas shoved down the cracks of the kitchen stool?
Mike Jones
Posted Thursday, 22 July 2010 at 1:31 pm |Permalink
F*ckin’ free as empty nester birds - that’s where we’ll be.
When Australia leaves me, I’m going to become French and Australia can bludge off some other rello.
Was it Sam ? Uncle Sam ? Or perhaps its mother Brittania ?
michael matusik
Posted Thursday, 22 July 2010 at 1:32 pm |Permalink
brillant on some many levels! yes i too wondered where tassie was and made an assumption that little australia was a girl
michael matusik
Posted Thursday, 22 July 2010 at 1:33 pm |Permalink
“so” not “some” oppps
Mike Jones
Posted Thursday, 22 July 2010 at 1:34 pm |Permalink
Michael and X, you don’t really need us to tell you where to find a Tassie, do you ?
paddy
Posted Thursday, 22 July 2010 at 1:48 pm |Permalink
Some days FD….You’re very bloody deep. Bravo.
Innocent Until
Posted Thursday, 22 July 2010 at 1:56 pm |Permalink
MM: Of course little Australia is a girl. How else could it grow up to make its own lunch and empty the dishwasher without being asked five times?
X: Australia needs somewhere to go when it leaves; presumably in search in fresh water.
FD: When Australia leaves me behind, can it leave some birds and trees and cute furry mammals with me?
Ern Malleys cat
Posted Thursday, 22 July 2010 at 3:02 pm |Permalink
I want an Australia that’s so huge it can’t get off the couch to waddle to the 800 litre frig to get another five cheese filled crust pizza and jeroboam of Coke and eventually has a massive coronary and has to be craned out through the roof and buried in a piano crate.
That’s the sort of growth that will make this world a better place. For the species that survive our idiocy.
Keith is not my real name
Posted Thursday, 22 July 2010 at 3:08 pm |Permalink
Don’t worry too much, if LA is anything like my kids, it’ll be back asking for money.
Sandshoe
Posted Thursday, 22 July 2010 at 3:53 pm |Permalink
If it’s anything like my kids, it’ll look up if you don’t mention one said if I got a real job (for just an example ‘go and study nursing’) there would be food in the ‘fridge, they could visit me and I could cook them a meal. signed a survivor.
Sandshoe
Posted Thursday, 22 July 2010 at 4:00 pm |Permalink
I wish Australia would get away. I wish I was blind. Deaf. Wish I couldn’t smell. Wish I had no tactile capacity or tenacity for gripping onto it slip slidin’ away. I want out.
Posted Thursday, 22 July 2010 at 5:07 pm |Permalink
Exactly: “Then where will we be?”
We might even be adult enough to become a Republic?
We could go on from there to stop trying to prove-on the sports field-that we can thrash the world-especially the Poms. Or, we could front up to the Olympics with a team that is strong on excellence, lean and terrific, as opposed to third rate, media-hyped sides-of -beef, whose numbers, although vast, are matched only by the even greater numbers of free-loaders travelling as officials.
Heavens, we may get enough education to realise that one’s brains aren’t clad in Polyester/nylon, and hanging between the legs of the male of the species. That the national anthem is a turgid dirge, composed by someone who hated music, and that the Oz flag is just an English ensign, with as much class as the denizens of the house of Windsor. :pucker:
Go back to sleep Venise. Stop day dreaming.
Hugh (Charlie) McColl
Posted Thursday, 22 July 2010 at 6:59 pm |Permalink
You should get out a little bit more, Venise. Your brains are not hanging between someone’s legs (just thinking about the look of that gives me the heebies). Do you really lose sleep at night - or all day - worrying about the national anthem or the national flag? I don’t think so. Little Australia won’t leave home without us, any of us. That’s what’s so attractive about it. LA’s not full of bullshit like Big Australia, walking all over everyone like it’s in charge. LA will help us find a cliff to walk BA over, then we’ll be done with it. I’m all for Little Australia. It can come and camp my place any time.
Posted Thursday, 22 July 2010 at 7:10 pm |Permalink
HUGH C MCCOLL: Yeah, it’s a pretty bizarre thought, I admit.
But I do worry about the flag and the anthem, a lot.
I’ve just visited a blog I haven’t seen before. “Fully (sic)”. Might be up your strata. People threatening to be nasty to apostrophies. Poor little things!
Buzz
Posted Thursday, 22 July 2010 at 9:08 pm |Permalink
I’m worried that LA has packed its backpack and booked a place on a Contiki tour. I’ll miss it.
It must be of great comfort to many that Aldi has discounted its pull-ups for the more mature to a mere $ 16.- for a pack of twelve. Come and grab a few, stash them in the backpack. Bob’s your uncle!
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Is Tas shoved down the cracks of the kitchen stool?
F*ckin’ free as empty nester birds - that’s where we’ll be.
When Australia leaves me, I’m going to become French and Australia can bludge off some other rello.
Was it Sam ? Uncle Sam ? Or perhaps its mother Brittania ?
brillant on some many levels! yes i too wondered where tassie was and made an assumption that little australia was a girl
“so” not “some” oppps
Michael and X, you don’t really need us to tell you where to find a Tassie, do you ?
Some days FD….You’re very bloody deep. Bravo.
MM: Of course little Australia is a girl. How else could it grow up to make its own lunch and empty the dishwasher without being asked five times?
X: Australia needs somewhere to go when it leaves; presumably in search in fresh water.
FD: When Australia leaves me behind, can it leave some birds and trees and cute furry mammals with me?
I want an Australia that’s so huge it can’t get off the couch to waddle to the 800 litre frig to get another five cheese filled crust pizza and jeroboam of Coke and eventually has a massive coronary and has to be craned out through the roof and buried in a piano crate.
That’s the sort of growth that will make this world a better place. For the species that survive our idiocy.
Don’t worry too much, if LA is anything like my kids, it’ll be back asking for money.
I wish Australia would get away. I wish I was blind. Deaf. Wish I couldn’t smell. Wish I had no tactile capacity or tenacity for gripping onto it slip slidin’ away. I want out.
Exactly: “Then where will we be?”
We might even be adult enough to become a Republic?
We could go on from there to stop trying to prove-on the sports field-that we can thrash the world-especially the Poms. Or, we could front up to the Olympics with a team that is strong on excellence, lean and terrific, as opposed to third rate, media-hyped sides-of -beef, whose numbers, although vast, are matched only by the even greater numbers of free-loaders travelling as officials.
Heavens, we may get enough education to realise that one’s brains aren’t clad in Polyester/nylon, and hanging between the legs of the male of the species. That the national anthem is a turgid dirge, composed by someone who hated music, and that the Oz flag is just an English ensign, with as much class as the denizens of the house of Windsor. :pucker:
Go back to sleep Venise. Stop day dreaming.
You should get out a little bit more, Venise. Your brains are not hanging between someone’s legs (just thinking about the look of that gives me the heebies). Do you really lose sleep at night - or all day - worrying about the national anthem or the national flag? I don’t think so. Little Australia won’t leave home without us, any of us. That’s what’s so attractive about it. LA’s not full of bullshit like Big Australia, walking all over everyone like it’s in charge. LA will help us find a cliff to walk BA over, then we’ll be done with it. I’m all for Little Australia. It can come and camp my place any time.
HUGH C MCCOLL: Yeah, it’s a pretty bizarre thought, I admit.
But I do worry about the flag and the anthem, a lot.
I’ve just visited a blog I haven’t seen before. “Fully (sic)”. Might be up your strata. People threatening to be nasty to apostrophies. Poor little things!
I’m worried that LA has packed its backpack and booked a place on a Contiki tour. I’ll miss it.
It must be of great comfort to many that Aldi has discounted its pull-ups for the more mature to a mere $ 16.- for a pack of twelve. Come and grab a few, stash them in the backpack. Bob’s your uncle!
What is a pull-up?
Can someone please explain to Venise. Come on MJ,. ah well here is a hint.
http://www.huggies.com.au/nappies/pull-ups