Howdy Folks, Mrs Dingbats aka Sarah Hanson-Young spat the dummy the other day; doo dah, all day long, what a horses mouth, am I to late, no jump up on the cart. Tell us anothery dirty as buggery. Hanson-Young couldn’t boil an egg let alone lay one. What a dunce, what a broken down old hag who can only be the schoolyard cry baby. Take ya dummy and go home.
Folks, if you are thinking of voting for Kerryn Phelps don’t, vote Liberal and make Phelps swear in. This women is a dud and a left-wing okie whose is only goin to wreck the place with femo bullshit. She has a track record of of anti Australian values and beliefs.
Independent Kerryn Phelps has lost her … what do ya call it? Never mind. That’s it: A-tisket a-tasket, a green and yellow basket. She lost it. A little Liberal picked it up and put it in his pocket. The dirty little dog said bow-wow! Dr Phelps said her doo dahs were stolen last night from New South Head Road. It is disgraceful conduct. To think a woman can’t leave her never minds out. These snowdroppers need to see a psychiatrist, she added.
Folks, I’ve had a few shocks this week. I seem to be havin ’em quite frequently lately, perhaps if I let go of the electric cord, things might settle down a bit. The hands on the clock keep a-goin round; I just get up and it’s time to lay down. Life gets tee-jus, don’t it, hmm. Of course, the biggest shock of all has been Australian comedian Hannah Gadbsy appearance at the 2018 Emmy Awards on Tuesday. Who’d have thought Gadbsy would get a run, an androgynous hippopotamus. It only goes to show what a bunch of bananas the Emmy Awards are. A couple of okies went on twitter ravin about her. Although she a man-hater, a misandrist, she must have been squeezing someone’s white banana blue and smokin banana peels.
To my dear Mr Turnbull, I stopped writing letters to you some time ago; I suppose you might say, so what? So what indeed? Well the answer is in the pudding, which you f**ked up. Mate, you couldn’t run a pie-cart at footy grand final and I’m glad to say goodbye to ya. May all ya chicken grow up to be emus and may they kick ya dunny down. Ya down under wacko!
Catherine McGregor, thar she blows, heave away, haul away, we’re bound for heaven, BLT sexuality and gender fluidity. Mr/Ms McGregor writing in the SMH has come forward with an insightful diatribe about the Liberal Party. Fair suck of the sav! What would she know, some jumped up okie from the left of Titsville. She says Dog-whistling on race and gender, shrill squealing about “identity” politics, is that all that’s left? The game is up. Maybe even the party is over. Give’s a break and catch the next train to Heelsville.
Folks, Kate Langbroek, I don’t get; she is neither smart nor funny. Yet there she sits bestride the media circus like some seasoned performer with a well loved routine and a punch line at the ready. Of course, she started off with Melbourne Community radio station Triple R, say no more, say no more. But there ya have it. However, what does that say for comedy in Australia? Nothing as far as I can see; it’s just a bunch of dumb broads talkin about their bodily functions, Wendy Hammer, Judith Lucy and Hannah Gadsby. Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, and nothin else.