I wouldn't have thought it was possible...
When I lived in the NT (the first time, in the late '80's/early '90's) there were three federal members of parliament; one Rep and two senators. Don't remember who the MHR was, he must have been a boring prick. The two senators were Warren Snowdon, famous for his Italian Market-Gardener style moustache and his hat. Policies? What policies? The other one was Bob Collins, famous for being morbidly obese. Also an ex-market gardener(?), maybe he lent his 'tache to Wozza. Both were in the Labor Party and therefore evil, bloodsucking lefties. I guess.
Bobbo reached the lofty heights of Federal Cabinet when he was made the Minister Assisting The Minister Who Knows A Bloke Who Can Get Us A Deal On A Cheap Airport. Or something like that.
On the steam-powered wireless today was a news item which would probably have caused Bobbo some mixed feelings if he were conscious ( He's currently in hospital in Adelaide with some busted stuff after his 4X4 fell over in Kakadu). You see, Bobbo's been accused of sexual assault by four blokes who reckon he gave them a bit of a sore bum in the seventies. As an aside, why do all these people wait until they are nearly dead of old age before airing their complaints? If somebody porks my pooper then I'm going to do something about it NOW, like slip a post-hole digger up their clacker. Or re-arrange my wardrobe to separate my semi-formals from my formals, and my casuals from my partywear, as Kylie drones on the stereo and my unwooded chardy sits neglected on the sideboard, all the while crying "Why doesn't he call, he SAID that he'd call? God, I hate men." Erm, maybe not that one.
Anyway, back to Bobbo. I reckon he'd be fairly chuffed that these blokes think that he'd be capable of poking his todger up anybody at all, let alone the (presumably) tightly clamped sphincters of a few adolescent boys. Bobbo hasn't seen his wedding tackle since he was about sixteen, let alone used it in anger. The extra blood required would be enough to tip him over the edge into heartie-land. I mean, it'd have to be at least 12 inches long and harder than Chinese Algebra just to see the light of day.
Unless, of course, these boys were sent in under the blubber on a Pelvic Discovery Tour. But surely that would require some form of consent.
MEANINGLESS ASIDE: Spellchecker just tried to replace 'sphincter' with 'spanked'. Sickos.
Bobbo reached the lofty heights of Federal Cabinet when he was made the Minister Assisting The Minister Who Knows A Bloke Who Can Get Us A Deal On A Cheap Airport. Or something like that.
On the steam-powered wireless today was a news item which would probably have caused Bobbo some mixed feelings if he were conscious ( He's currently in hospital in Adelaide with some busted stuff after his 4X4 fell over in Kakadu). You see, Bobbo's been accused of sexual assault by four blokes who reckon he gave them a bit of a sore bum in the seventies. As an aside, why do all these people wait until they are nearly dead of old age before airing their complaints? If somebody porks my pooper then I'm going to do something about it NOW, like slip a post-hole digger up their clacker. Or re-arrange my wardrobe to separate my semi-formals from my formals, and my casuals from my partywear, as Kylie drones on the stereo and my unwooded chardy sits neglected on the sideboard, all the while crying "Why doesn't he call, he SAID that he'd call? God, I hate men." Erm, maybe not that one.
Anyway, back to Bobbo. I reckon he'd be fairly chuffed that these blokes think that he'd be capable of poking his todger up anybody at all, let alone the (presumably) tightly clamped sphincters of a few adolescent boys. Bobbo hasn't seen his wedding tackle since he was about sixteen, let alone used it in anger. The extra blood required would be enough to tip him over the edge into heartie-land. I mean, it'd have to be at least 12 inches long and harder than Chinese Algebra just to see the light of day.
Unless, of course, these boys were sent in under the blubber on a Pelvic Discovery Tour. But surely that would require some form of consent.
MEANINGLESS ASIDE: Spellchecker just tried to replace 'sphincter' with 'spanked'. Sickos.
posted by Dirk at 5:15 pm
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