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Now I better get back down to the basement... the 'family' is waiting for me ;)
Yours in Austrianess,
Grab my hairy Fudgeknucklese
You Aussies is somethin else. Cain't make do with all them durgs those chinks is makin for ya. Need more drugs, and now y'all is takin yer poison in yer coffee each mornin.
How's 'bout y'all just clearin out of that thar piece of land you got and let us Southern Folks set up New Dixie over yonder?
Digger,
Proudly-in-Cranbourne
Digger,
Cranbourne
No wonder your ideas have been consigned to the dustbin of history! Thank god for the true giants of Human rights Ronald Reagen and Maggie Thatcher.
Digger,
Cranbourne
Hey Fritz! What's your problem? Our dead not good enough for you?
Quite painful when I had to shit it out!
Leviticus 25:23: "The land shall not be sold in perpetuity, for the land is mine; for you are strangers and sojourners with me."
God's own words to low filth like you piggy-boy. Burn you bastard! Burn!
But what will Kruddy and his union bosses do now that they and their state govt mates are starting to wreck Australia's economy with their rising interest rates and inflation? Kruddy can't keep blaming Howard for everything that is happening now.
Digger,
Cranbourne
So who is the filthy, low freakazoid now, you hillbilly bumfruit?
God I love capitalism!
Aussies Near Zero Actual Comprehension.
How quaint. From whence will our revolution spring? The latest Kylie missive? Or perhaps the Krudd remix?
Herr Fuckedheruncle
Otherwise, YOU CAN BURN LIKE NAPAM IN SATAN'S CHINK-FILLED JUNGLE OF HELLLLLLL!!!!!!
All contributions:- The reverend Dr. Chato, the New Faith Church of The Eternal Burning Stick of Holy fire C/- Xenoxnews, Sheet Crick, Ostrichlia, 666
Also, I reckon that yer Atheiests have banned all of the wooden crosses.
Here I sit a wait'n fer you, across all that thar water in the Brave New World, Tenant. I got guns, knives, switchblades, huntin knives, stockpiles of ammo, hammers, nails, dern near everythang a man could ever want!
And, what do you have, Tenant - nothin! not even a patch of dirt to call yer own.
I'm thinkin 'bout evictin a bunch of tenants from some run-down appartment buildings I have over in n*g*e*town Knowl and turnin it back into farm land. I reckon I could grow a heap of corn and run a still out back to make alchyfuel. I don't need to waste my nights shaken down corn to get money out of em, like I have to do to good fer nothin tenants.
Good hard work is all you folks need to cure yer ills, gripes, and complaints. I never heard a hard workin slave complain about nothin. Ain't no time to complain, and it takes up good sleepin time.