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Ricky i thought you preferred your sister's Hair Pie? Or is it the Cleveland Steamer she bakes up your favourite?You sick hillbilly numbskull..

Boxhead, how 'bout ya be a good 'ol boy 'n bring this boy Tony Perish a freshed bake rhubarb pie. I gonna 'range it fer ya. All ya gotta do is git him his rhubarb pie. The Lord 'll smile down apon ya fer yer good deeds. Yessiree, sweet as a snort 'a lilac 'n cream.

One for the peyote lovers:[url]http://www.ubu.com/film/de_hirsch_peyote.html[/url]

Well I am a Mummy's boy from way back and it hasn't stopped me from rising to the top! Look at me now: I am the Minister of Education for Australia. Top that you hillbilly know nothing.

Yep, I know the goin-ons 'n whatnot of Australia. Dern't forget, I run fer Prime Minister evrey election. I'm thinkin of send'n some VOTE FER RICARDOVITZ shirts to them bum camps all 'round Bidwill. It's all 'bout Guns Freedom 'n Work. That's what a real man is all 'bout. If a man dern't give no nevermind 'bout "Guns Freedom 'n Work, then they ain't nothin but a homosexual, hen-pecked momma's boy.

Legalise it, brother!

I am surprised you have so much interest in Schapelle Ricky. Does she look like your sister?

Lemme tell ya 'bout that li'll whore. Schapelle's brothers is none drug dealers. Schapelle, she saw them 'ol boys whoop'n it up 'n asked them how she can git a li'll fer herself. They said "Here ya go, Schap, you take this here surf'n bag ta Bali, have yerself a good whore of a time, do what yer told, 'n when you git back, we is gonna give you this here pile of Aussie Bucks".Yes, them Corby brothers was a bunch of theiv'n, drug-dealin, trash. Then again, Schappelle 'n them good-fer-nothin brothers of hers all come outa the same momma bitch. None of 'em ain't no good.

With that tramp, they should have thrown away the key!

Yeh it's Henrietta, Charlie's secret love slave.

is that the bird from charlies angel

yeAh and fucktwItter and fuckInternet and fuckfacBook fuckErs splltters

Fuckemall!

Fuck me dead. This guy must have been a prophet!

In dismay Yugo? Why the concern? Not the arse you wanted; or was it cause you knew you would never get it?

I stared at her arse in dismay

Your dickies? What the hell are they you sister-fucking fool? Or are you a totally perverted work of nature and have two penises?Those white freaks in Georgia get weirder by the minute.

Only a dern fool'd go 'bout nekid in the cold damps. Them n*g*e*s dern't pick cotton down south a here fer nothin! I reckon I usually git my dickies over my long briefs. Tall rubber boots fer the damps, mud, manure, 'n such, leastwise old set of work boots.

Ricky you're back! What clothes does a man like you prefer? Or are you one of those hillbilly's that frolic naked as God intended in your Georgia hideaway?

Jest a bunch 'a nothin wrote by some marijuana huff'n Colarado hippy. Nothin a whip ta the backside cain't cure.

I wear my button shirts with one flap tucked in my pants and the other outside belt area. Looks good!Cirurgia Plastica Rio de Janeiro

Poetry could save the world. I say COULD. If only anyone could read anymore.

Lynch the Abbotteers before those vicious ratbags irrevocably wreck the place

I imagine something similar. The disenfranchised owners of bitcoin storming the acropolis of business; over running the titans of finance, lynching the bankers, hanging the bastards from the pillars.Then I wake up and realise all those libertarian arseholes want to do is replace them with themselves.

Grog! Heritage! Culture! Getting pissed is an Aussie tradition!

What a marvelous story about our Great Nation! If we could only apply it now; storm the Lodge and drag that Miserable Cur Abbott out from under his bed and give the bounder a decent thrashing.That'll learn the fucker!

Folks were paid in rum? Is that like the bitcoin of its time?

Thats one way to keep the beer cold

Looks like those Dead people need some organisation. Maybe one can volunteer to be the Shop Steward? Only way to stand up to the bosses!

Y'all gotta git off the grid!!! Ware folks is king over thar land 'n them dictators dern't know nothin. Lectricity 'n phones is yer ball 'n chain. They ain't no good. Here's all ya need boys 'n girls:1. Land - lots of it; 'n not anywares near no city. Git it ware a branch runs thru - you gonna need that branch.2. Guns & ammo - lots of it.3. Lead batteries, some hippy-dippy solar panals (only good thang them hippies invented), inverters 'n whatnot. Lots 'n lots of lead batteries - dump the acid in mason jars. Ya can recycle them dead lead batteries into boolits - keep'n it green!!! Old acid cn be rendered down fer makin other good stuff fer ta git rid of ornery neighbors 'n pests.4. Water tank. Jest find yerself a big ol propane tank over yonder, torch-cut a hole in it (dern't forget ta use all that propane up first) 'n hoist it up 'tween some big 'ol pines 'n some 4x4' posts. Run a pipe to a bitty tank sittin in the sun fer yer bath water.5. Plant corn - lots 'n lots 'n lots of corn. This here is God's gift to ya.6. Git yerself some laptops7. Git yerself a book on rootcraft, if ya dern't know yer roots. Roots is money, boys 'n girls.8. Spend a li'll of yer dope money on that thar Anarchyist Cook'n book. Jest fer antertainment.Anywhoo, that'll git ya started on a life ta ware you dern't need a worry none 'bout the gooberment tanken what you got 'n harvest'n yer organs when you is dead. Dern't say Ricardovits never gave you nothin!!!

Glad to see that it is the dynamic Private Sector taking the lead once again. Lord knows what the moribund Public Service would get up to with the Dead. Probably file them away to be lost and useless forever.

Shoot! I don't need no damn IQ test. I knows whose on that dopey stuff - those damn sister-loving McCoys thats who!You can tell by their glassy eyes and Georgian lilt. That family been inbreeding for years and I reckon they have been on the dope for that long too.

NQ Test: Which of these here thangs dern't go with the others?a. dopeb. free stuffc. uglyd. dumbe. boot-lip f. white

Haha... Even that old Hippy Obama is in on the act. He reckons legal dope is the way to go. Could be the best decision of his entire Presidency.

First the Pot is free and then hopefully the powers that be will liberate the whole psychedelic cornucopia.We need the datura. The iridescent red truffles of Andalusia. Spotted fungi of Bishkek.The time to imbibe the mind blowing stuff is now. And let's do it without the Fuzz breathing down our necks for a change.

It will bloom just like the demon flower...

Here, piggy piggy!

Not a cyborg, a museum taxidermy job, so generations of Israeli children can weep at the feet of one of the founding fathers of modern terrorism

The flower is for the blooming, is it not?

But the sex? What about the sex? I hear those 'doped up' hippies are at it all the time.Do you think they would let me join in?Yours stroking his flower,Hairy Buttpluguncle

This is the type of degeneracy infecting our society I have been warning people about. Thank God Australia has now a PM who will not kowtow to the powerful pothead lobby and will continue to treat dope smokers as the criminal vermin they are.

Reports suggest a Sharon cyborg is in the making: half zionist terrorist, half machine

I saw that movie that demonstrates Ric's real desires: fat white ass that squeals like a hog!

Export Cory Bernardi! And his dog!

Seems Ariel Sharon has finally carked it. Question is, whose arse will Israel leader's sniff now?

wow! i'll have some of that reefer old Fidel is puffing on!

Looky hear, Black Jasper, git this in yer chromed skull. You ain't goin nowares - been here fer years 'n I'd a seen some bone-nosed, geechee jabber'n negro ask'n 'bout fer Ricardovitz. Jest start a walk'n east on Seed Tic, 'n after some miles you'll pass the Bleckley place - then word 'll git to me. Don't you wory none, word gits 'bout.

Hey you dumb redneck prick Ricky. You still babbling on? Me and the bros are ready anytime to pay you a visit and point a few bones at you. Have you howling like your sister when you have ya puny cock in her.

Moonshine? I git some 'shine fer ya. Come on down jasper, I'll let ya drink all the foreshots yer li'll monkey lips can syphen right off the lyne. That'll smart yer head up better 'n wetback biker dope.

Water into wine is safer vthan piss into moonshine