The Silver lining marsupials have asked me to say…
(yet again) One more time…. ARRRR HARRRR HARRR
zut… as with 50’s… only with their husband or father co-signing on mortgage and back account
(No kidding… my bank asked me for ‘husband’s’ details yesterday… Reminded ‘client services’ manager it wasn’t an appropriate question … and from a merely practical perspective, one might be an orphan, single, or gay… I’m switching banks as we ‘speak’).
Risin’ up, back on the street
Had the vote, took our chances,
Went the distance, now he’s back on his feet
Just a dog with a pen, what a scribe !
It’s the eye of the dibbler
Such amazing foresight
And combined with a memory that’s archival
As the last free cartoobist
Stalks his prey in the night
He’s still watching them all with the
Eye of the dibbler
My “Save Australia from Rampant Feminism” pack arrived in the mail today with a handwritten love note from our new PM. I opened the red velour box and I now have my new “Oestrogen powered ironing board”, “Stepford Wife perming curlers”, a pair of flesh coloured “Step Ins”(ask your grandmothers about that one) and my very own personalised “You know what the greatest gift you can give a man” chastity belt with Tony’s face in cloche enamel on the lock. Somehow I managed to put it on backwards before activating the little padlock and now Tony’s face is nestled in my bum c …..well …you know what I mean. Pass me that bottle of Sapphire please dear Doggie!
I’ve been loitering on the edge of the pack but I want in FD. Available for active duty at FD Institute. I’m signing Andybob’s latest effort loudly and proudly ( to the bewilderment of this household’s ‘first dog’.)
Spot on Firdo. Cant wait to see him turn up at the NRL grand Final and get booed by everyone except murdoch employees;, then present the Beast & Fiercest Wife Beating Drunk award, (aka the dally m awards)to the lucky needle jockey that wont be fronting the 2014 advertising campaign because he is in jail/on remand/on probation or in rehab.
Indi. Love that word. Reminds me of that scene in the Mel Brooks classic “Young Frankenstein” when the horses rear up and whinny in terror at the sound of the name “Frau Blucher”. The sound of the word “Indi” now does the same to all the Liberal party horse-headed hacks…
You are right Klewso; he might man date that all single men have the 44 gallon drum under the house.
I thought he and his front bench had cornered the market on that little item but he and Cardinal Pull have seen a business opportunity and they are on to it. $50 a barrel? They must have seen you coming. lol
Oh my dear First Dog, I am so glad you’ve got your mojo back. It was all a bit dire there for a while. Long may you tear strips off the bastards by revealing them in all their ridiculous vanity, vile deceit and sickening hypocrisy. A thousand blessings on you and your paintbox. Love, Susan