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Digger
Cranbourne
Didn't we vote for him so we didn't have to live next to these people?
I. Bokor, Armidale
little pretend P.M. to tackle.
Maggot only takes credit for
for what others have done
if he thinks there are some
votes in it.
Hell will freeze over before
the little filth acts for her.
Johnny and little Lord Downer
of Baghdad slithered around about
the Wood rescue so the dullards
might think it was a cleverly
implemented operation planned and
executed by the plucky little
arse-seeking P.M.
Of course, it was mostly a bit of
good luck that liberated Wood.
the hayseeds that when you
fuck with the Canberra
devil-rodent, you get your
arse severely burnt.
Soon they will have to
leave their devastated,
parched fields to the
salinity, the duststorms
and the ghosts.
The land that has been
raped to death, soon will
support nobody, and they
will not need any
telecommunications.
(Aussies Near Zero Actual Comprehension)
boys in Eye-rak are just
aching to cop some
hot man-on-boy action.
Go on Rodent! give 'em the
order to go fucking wild.
Running around crazy, shooting
anything that moves, their
proud erect members just
throbbing for stern neocon
action with the fierce
rag-head children.
Digger
Cranbourne
alien race placed these
monoliths here for the
day when humankind was
ready to join the great
Galactic Federation.
Who has the heart to tell
them that they have
wasted their efforts?
It was on my way home from the tavern after I had a few. Pissed and desperate for some company I staggered past one and I swore it had a parrot on it's shoulder!
"Good evening," I said, "Do you feel like a good keel hauling my emerald laddie?"
I heard it say yea!
So next thing me strides are round my ankles and my raised staff was in me hand.
"Now good sir," I said, "where do you want this rogering?"
Well bugger me if there was a hole I could fuck!
I just about broke the old fella lookin for one.
Woke up next morning curled up round the green devil. What the hell are these green scurvy dogs?
Horny Pirate Pete
I told ya.. the bastards are spying on us!
Ive rigged the home with a covering of glad wrap on the outside and tinfoil on the inside; its my only protection against that 70 year old prick Howard's spying eyes!
Im not crazy. I know they want me.
Flim Flam Man
We will have to kill you.
You know that, don't you?
My shifts ends at 0800 but the first train out that way is 0827... bugger!
Can you get your member up anymore?
only death.
pOPE pIUS xii
Patriot
Your estimation of time
until "VICTORY" was nowhere
near the mark, was it?
You did say DAYS.
I suppose there have been
many "DAYS" so far.
I take it that you support
this fraudulent "WAR".
I invite you to pay for
it yourself - or go there
and see who you can kill.
Maybe it would be more
convenient if it was run
in Australia to save the
fans of this "WAR" the
trip to Iraq and back.
I am sure if the Canberra
arsewipe thought it politically
beneficial, he would start
a war right here.
BTW - not "LEFTY" just not
a stupid war-mad retard!
Typical lefty nonsense.
Patriot.
still running hot!
I won't take race tips
from Patriot in future.
That's for sure.
you need to assess the love affair
between Howard the Canberra Paralysis Tick
and his adoring victims.
It may help to read about pathological
sado-masochistic interactions.
The dullards WANT to be destroyed by
their awful geriatric lord!
Maybe a steamy creep-on-creep,
sex scene - P.M. John Howard and
Talk-back thing Alan Jones
(of public-toilet fame) get
into a sleazy geriatric grapple.
I believe they have an unwholesome
relationship of some kind already.
have been declared "FAIR GAME"
and are not to be considered
human, or even alive.
In fact, they should not be
mentioned in polite wealthy
company, as it may put the
decent folk off their classy
meals.
Most relaxed and comfortable
decent folk and the mass media
have agreed to write the victim
class and the losers out of
history and out of the game.
The only possible chance of a
way back in is by deperately
offering to be used as an
arsewipe of the sociopathic
patrician philistine class.
They can wring their hands
over everyone except the
victims of their corrupt
system.
We now have the most cynical,
putrid and evil bunch of thugs
ever seen, in the long history
of this sad, doomed country.
little Canberra fighting
rodent to scare them all.
Oh, I forgot - he only
attacks those who cannot
fight back.
"Lies, deceit rewarded, rapacious behaviour encouraged... obnoxious behaviour perpetrated in the pursuit of ratings, we should ask ourselves how and when we became numb to it."
I thought he was writing the Rodent PM and his souless, gutless, mindless party political drones!
The idea of YOUR death
gives me a feeling of
peaceful bliss.