to become the next mayor of Darwin, NT, Australia. My greatest qualification is that I have an epic beard! What else is necessary? Don't delay, ya koala shaggers! Get of the loo and plug my candidacy! Don't make me have to school you like I did that punk on the bus.
Where do you stand on the issues?
Bah, who am I kidding. It's Australia. The only issue is why is the beer gone.
I got a boo-boo!
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to become the next mayor of Darwin, NT, Australia. My greatest qualification is that I have an epic beard! What else is necessary? Don't delay, ya koala shaggers! Get of the loo and plug my candidacy! Don't make me have to school you like I did that punk on the bus.
Now you are just being annoying...:P
I got a boo-boo!
...shattered pride to go along with that glass jaw, you varmnit!
to become the next mayor of Darwin, NT, Australia. My greatest qualification is that I have an epic beard! What else is necessary? Don't delay, ya koala shaggers! Get of the loo and plug my candidacy! Don't make me have to school you like I did that punk on the bus.Now you are just being annoying...:P
What I would like to know ... are you the pot or the kettle? And do I have to teach you a lesson, too? I will not be out-Mensa'ed! Or out-drunken, either!
Don't make me have to school you like I did that punk on the bus.Little Timmy?
I have a demonstration. How do you get a jack off?
*punts Callous Jack*
I have plans, folks! Vote for me. Evolution begins. Now!
By Jove, what a beard. I like the cut of this fellow's jib, wouldn't you say? Jolly good!
You have a beard but no 'stache.
Sissy.
Don't make me Emancipatin' Proclamatin' ya, rube! And one more thing, tinfoil butt.
*punts*
Can I be your assistant mayor?
That depends. Are you a big f'in deal? Because I am a big f'in deal!
Bloody excellent. What spine, what vim, what beard! And no respect whatsoever, jolly good. We'll get some wonderful dispute out of this fellow, no doubt, wot!
Neh. I've seen epicier beards.
A challenger approaches!!
Neh. I've seen epicier beards.
Youse shure have yerself a purty mouth there, horsey. Now if I jam my bloody knuckles sideways and up youse bloomin' arse, I coulda help you with yer lawyerin' lyin' problem by mahkin your lips stop a'movin. Rube!
I haveah plan. Vote for me. Vote for a beardocracy! Stirrin' mah pot is more epic than hearin' the steam from thar dingo's screechin' kettle!
Now someeun please pass me some fermentin' kiwi squeezin's? No rocks and a lot of shakin'.
Now if I jam my bloody knuckles sideways and up youse bloomin' arse...
And people call me kinky.
Come see the sex scandal inherent in the system!
Can you get me a date with Emilie de Ravin? And arrange a concert by Men At Work?
And arrange a concert by Men At Work?
They broke up.
~epicier~
I'm pretty sure that's a French word.
Can you get me a date with Emilie de Ravin? And arrange a concert by Men At Work?
Youse talkin' about local strumpet? I have youse know she does the daily groomin's on me beard.
Men At Work? No. AC/DC? Bloomin' yessh!
~epicier~I'm pretty sure that's a French word.
Theysa worse than those damn dere aborigines drinkin' up me Fosters!
And arrange a concert by Men At Work?They broke up.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..................!!!!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..................!!!!!!And arrange a concert by Men At Work?They broke up.
That's impossible! I just heard "Land Down Under" not two minutes ago.
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That's impossible! I just heard "Land Down Under" not two minutes ago.
Traveling in a fried-out Kombi
On a hippie trail, head full of zombieI met a strange lady, she made me nervous
She took me in and gave me breakfast
And she said
"Do you come from a land down under?
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover"
Buying bread from a man in Brussels
He was six foot four and full of muscles
I said, "Do you speak-a my language?"
He just smiled and gave me a Vegemite sandwich
And he said
"I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men sunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover"
Lying in a den in Bombay
With a slack jaw and not much to say
I said to the man, "Are you trying to tempt me
Because I come from the land of plenty?"
And he said
"Oh! do you come from a land down under?
Where women glow and men plunder?
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover"
Living in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover
Living in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover
Living in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover
Living in a land down under
Where women glow and men plunder
Can't you hear, can't you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover
Their lead singer's eyes always freaked me out man! And their songs need more cowbell.
That's impossible! I just heard "Land Down Under" not two minutes ago.NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..................!!!!!!And arrange a concert by Men At Work?They broke up.
Nawh....that wuz me givin' derections to mah beard groomah. She's dictatatin'.
Fosters is weak-sauce. Guinness FTW!Pussies! Can't touch our finest brew from down undah!Whiskey...They invite squalor and empty beer bottles.Kinda like the Irish.
What?
Eireann go brác!
Meet me in the pub and we'll see who can drink! I'll put a shot of whiskey into every guinneas too, to give you a sporting chance!
Can you get these dang kids off my lawn?
Their lead singer's eyes always freaked me out man!
Oh, yeah, nice. Make fun of the guy with a glass eye. Real classy, Walken.
Also, I'm pretty sure you have chunks of...let's pretend it's soup...in your beard.
No soup fer youse
Furthermore: mane > beard.
You lose.
Lessee....you call this a mane? HOO-HAH! Youse got more delusions then that dingo feller! All you need now is a Kelly to your sexy stud. <makes braying noise>
I gots mah eye on yer, Lucyfire. Make no mistake, I am a muthaf@%ker.
Who needs yer vote!
Your own, I presume. Lord knows everyone else has...I am a muthaf@%ker.
Hey! That's my schtick.
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Fosters is weak-sauce. Guinness FTW!Pussies! Can't touch our finest brew from down undah!Whiskey...They invite squalor and empty beer bottles.Kinda like the Irish.
What?
Fosters is actually crap. I have no idea why that's the beer they export 'cause next to noone drinks it over here. Over here it's all Tooheys New or VB... :/
Your own, I presume. Lord knows everyone else has...I am a muthaf@%ker.
Im ah propigator with a mean left hook. Im damn good at it, too. That's why ya wants to vote me to the top of the trash heap in Darwin, NT, Australia.
Im ah propigator with a mean left hook. Im damn good at it, too. That's why ya wants to vote me to the top of the trash heap in Darwin, NT, Australia.Your own, I presume. Lord knows everyone else has...I am a muthaf@%ker.
It burns best from the top.
Their lead singer's eyes always freaked me out man!Oh, yeah, nice. Make fun of the guy with a glass eye. Real classy, Walken.
It's glass? I just thought he'd seen me in A View to a Kill and the thought of myself and Mrs. Jones locked in loving embrace had just caused him to go blind.
Fosters is actually crap. I have no idea why that's the beer they export 'cause next to noone drinks it over here. Over here it's all Tooheys New or VB... :/Fosters is weak-sauce. Guinness FTW!Pussies! Can't touch our finest brew from down undah!Whiskey...They invite squalor and empty beer bottles.Kinda like the Irish.
What?
Shh ya bloomin' koala rump ranger! Donna tell teh fraggin flarmin' foreigners nutthin'. We need them to think we loves the Fosters. Tis ah bad day they find out about teh Tooheys!
Oops.
It burns best from the top.Im ah propigator with a mean left hook. Im damn good at it, too. That's why ya wants to vote me to the top of the trash heap in Darwin, NT, Australia.Your own, I presume. Lord knows everyone else has...I am a muthaf@%ker.
Sez the Phoencian. Don'tcha got Minuteman duties or or pink jimmy clothes to stitch for your inmate popsulashion?
Fosters is actually crap. I have no idea why that's the beer they export 'cause next to noone drinks it over here. Over here it's all Tooheys New or VB... :/Right. And next you're going to tell me none of you dress like Crocodile Dundee either.
A yeller belley like the Dingo and his buddy Irwin...