Loading ...If A Woodpecker Falls In The Gutter, Does Anyone Hear Its Squarking?
January 3rd, 2008 by Paul
Bit hard to miss it if it’s in front of a media scrum. Bloody hell, even the most completely bladdered scrubbers have straightened themselves out a bit by the day after New Years, scraped the congealed vomit and overdone mascara out of their puffy, piggy eyes and stumbled off to the nearest Starbucks for a skinnylatte’ and a half-dozen Alpines so as to get back into shape to front up at the office and regale their fellows with tales of how many hunks they pashed on with (in reality nil, but that’d be a bit dull to relate around the watercooler).
Not it seems our new Deputy PM, who wasn’t satisfied with the half-nip Pimms and Jatz-based aperetifs on offer at the now Rudd-occupied Kirribilli House and had to nip out from her relief PMs duties for a pub crawl around Altona with some like ladies, catching the Australian Chippendale Tribute Show at the Lord Nelson Tavern before moving on to the Lighthouse for a few fluffy ducks and a scragfight in the dunnies, followed by an explosive chunder in the back seat of a Silver Top.
Perhaps it would’ve been advisable to not however pop into Schappelle-Tiffany’s next door for an eye-opener before hosting a press conference, but who are we to pass judgement on our fresh, new down-to-earth national leadership?
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