Those Aussies really know how to party.
Are they beating the shit out of that guy with beer?
That's a party foul.
... Tried to contact my "Brudda from Anudda Hemisphere" to get the inside story, but he didn't respond. That makes me nervous. Being a foreigner himself, he's either dead from repeated beer bottle blows to the head, or -- just as likely since he's a white guy -- he's out there swinging his hockey stick into the unprotected flesh of some poor Syrian who decided to go surfing on the wrong fuckin' day...
... I suppose he could also be watching the T.V. in his underwear -- that's certainly possible, too.
And that prime minister John Howard really knows his damage control. I watched him last night, playin' like P. George Bush responding to the tough questions (shell shock!):
"Right! 'is 'er's whot Sydney's all about, right? Sheilas lyin' 'round ina sun wit' li'l clothes, see?"
Of course, he's rarely invited to parties that end with riot police and masterful baton play (ouch):
What a buzzkill... The cop's got the thousand-yard stare. Doesn't look like he's having fun.
... probably broke his night stick.
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