"Maybe we'll leave come springtime/Meanwhile, have another beer/What would we do without these jerks anyway/Besides, all our friends are here." -- Don Henley, Sunset Grill
Check this out, blokes. I found this on the Internet. I'm not sure but some of this may be more Kiwi slang than Aussie.
It was pissing-down, and I was pissed-off, so I pissed-off to the pisser to get on the piss. I was pissing-up-large, so pissed-off to the pisser for a piss in the piss-tin.
The piss was getting to me, and I got as pissed as a parrot. I went on to a piss up. And....
Wheww...
This old piss-pot was piss-crook in the morning.
Stop pissing yourself and piss off - it wasn't funny!
Sorry for all the piss-and-wind.
Cheers,
John
KIP = Knowledge Is Power
"Maybe we'll leave come springtime/Meanwhile, have another beer/What would we do without these jerks anyway/Besides, all our friends are here." -- Don Henley, Sunset Grill
KIP wrote:Check this out, blokes. I found this on the Internet. I'm not sure but some of this may be more Kiwi slang than Aussie.
It was pissing-down, and I was pissed-off, so I pissed-off to the pisser to get on the piss. I was pissing-up-large, so pissed-off to the pisser for a piss in the piss-tin.
I take it you can't handle the pressure?
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KIP wrote:It was pissing-down, and I was pissed-off, so I pissed-off to the pisser to get on the piss. I was pissing-up-large, so pissed-off to the pisser for a piss in the piss-tin.
I take it yoy can't handle the pressure?
My eyes were turning yellow!
KIP = Knowledge Is Power
"Maybe we'll leave come springtime/Meanwhile, have another beer/What would we do without these jerks anyway/Besides, all our friends are here." -- Don Henley, Sunset Grill
geebz wrote:hungry enough to eat the crotch out of a prosties undies
tighter than a fishes arsehole.
more excuses than a pregnant nun
Good ones, mate.
KIP = Knowledge Is Power
"Maybe we'll leave come springtime/Meanwhile, have another beer/What would we do without these jerks anyway/Besides, all our friends are here." -- Don Henley, Sunset Grill
I was flat out like a lizard drinking, but as happy as a dog with two tails. But to cut the crap, I was about as useful as an ash tray on a motorbike. It was hard yakka, and no day at the beach with a dozen cans, even though I had donned me budgie smugglers. We all worked our rings off apart from the pussies, but then they wouldn't work in an iron lung. Long story short, we ended up at the rubbidy with some Nigel who wouldn't shout if a shark bit him. He was as mad as a cut snake, three sheets to the wind, and straight-up, a Valiant short of a car park. The barmaid was a top sort, though she had a dial like a smacked arse, and a 12 bolt diff. Still we all agreed we'd like to give her one. We'd sunk a few schooners by this point and my mate put the hard word on her, suggesting he'd like to take here horizontal folk dancing. He'd have had more luck with the one armed bandits. I pointed out that even though he was playing an away game, he wouldn't get a guernsey as she batted for the other team judging from the hairy armpits. We tied one too many on resulting in me waking up with a bastard and a mouth like the bottom of a cocky's cage. I drove the porcelain bus home last night, went arse over in the bog and fair dinkum there was chuck from arseole to breakfast time. I had another technicolour yawn at sparrow fart that will keep Edgell in diced carrots 'til the Pies win another premiership! So hungry now I could eat the crotch out of a low flying duck. Still I wouldn't be dead for quids.