Posts by andrew llewellyn
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Who or what is the australian sex?
You know how those koalas are all getting penecillin shots? Ahem.
Actually, now's the time for my legendary Australian chat up joke:
Bloke "Hey Sheila, yawannafuck?"
Sheila "I do now, y'smooth talkin bastard." -
Turn of the Millennium Ricer Dance craze was all about.
It was all about Jean Butler.
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My Da in his late 50s does "Michael Fattley Lard of the Dance"
Tie around the head, unbuttoned business shit (possibly some beer stains) . A sight not easily forgotten.And his sincere Irish brogue.... they all speak like that in Chicago, I'm sure.
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I was waiting for that River Dance guy (Flattley?) who was there to come down and join in.
Me too. I always think of him as Michael Flathead. For no particular reason other than he looks like a twit.
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Although I would have appreciated having a running commentary from him for the second half of Mulholland Drive, telling me exactly what the frack was supposed to be going on.
Easy - the first half was Naomi Watts' character's drug induced dream, the 2nd half was what really happened.
The only thing that doesn't explain is the 2 inch high old people.
Salon did a marvelous deconstruction a few years back, but that's the gist of it.
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a live one will keep on giving and giving and.........
We probably would have them only for eggs actually, given I'm a wuss. If we got a rooster too, we'll then be in the unsavoury position of having to cull all the young roosters.
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we've all but reverted to chooks and bartering?
That's because we've spent all our money on satellite TV!
ALthough I'm told the Food Channel has lots of chicken recipes.
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He may have been the Grand Poobah! Or whatever they call them.
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which led my young mind to assume he ate them alive.
Was he a freemason do you think?
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I can just see me, much like John Clarke's father (see latest Listener), lecturing my son in my old age:
"In my day we ate the chickens alive! Times were hard".
Exxcept I don't have a son. I'll have to settle for bothering random strangers on the bus.