gee, old steve laxative chucked a few mentals in the Claremont coaches box, what a baklava he his. when crispy took that mark late in the last quarter, laxative spread faeces all over the place. could you imagine what it would be like if Stephen coops took that mark, laxative would have scribbled over the BLACK board, sorry they have a white board don't they. anyway poor old steve laxative had ten AFL bods in his coliseum , a bit of tsalikis rooted up the souvlaki hey laxative. anyway, just chanding the subject, i have new neighbours, loverly folk, fresh from Africa. mate you could eat your dinner of their dunny floor. The old boy is called moe and the mother is called dyna, they have a little fellow called lectricity. I worked out that dynamo makes electivity. The poor buggers had trouble with their washing machine. They bunged their washing in the bowl, spread the rinso in, pressed the buttom and their washing disappeared. Got me stuffed. Over the back we have a lovely family from india, i get a fat when that curry wafts into my back door while im heating up a mrs macs sausage roll. The polish have moved in over road. The bloody mongrals wouldn’t invite me to their cook up of perogies, and those bloody dings over the other side cooking up a feed of lasagne. this is not fair, i blame steve laxative for this.
