Friday, August 03, 2007

So there I am at the trough, waiting to be served.

And there's a gaggle of fucken tourists there, looking at the menu board, which is about two meters high and 1.5 wide, with shit like "Roast Beef - $10.00" and other food related stuff written all over it.

As menus generally do.

Over comes the barwench, serving the tourists first, the fucken mol. And askes the tourists if they can be helped. So the tourists, who have been looking at the menu for the last ten minutes, go - "Is that the menu?"

What the fuck!!

Nah, it's a fucken train time table you brain dead cunt. What do you fucken think? Fuck me dead!

Then they got all offended.

Aww. Too fucken bad you dumb cunts. Fuck off.

5 Comments:

Blogger ? said...

Those tourists really do belong on the Top 10 List of People Who Should be Impaled in the Retina with a Rusty Spork (cunts on treadleys being #1 on that list, of course).

3:21 PM  
Blogger little things said...

Remind me never to holiday in um western australia. :)

8:40 AM  
Blogger rackorf said...

Nice sentiment bottle. I might have to compile a top ten list of "retina cunts". Elton John would be up in the top five as well.

Little thingy, most of the foreign tourists are ok. It's the home grown city cunts that are the problem most of the time. Assuming that is, that you are not one of the "lets ask stupid questions and waste everyones time" brigade.

12:05 PM  
Blogger little things said...

Why would I ask questions? I probably couldn't understand your accents anyway!

7:08 PM  
Blogger rackorf said...

corse yewd unerstan owr lingo. fair dinkum youse septics try it on.anyways i'm drier than a dead dingos knob, bout time ta chuck a king brown or three down me neck. maybe even go down the trough an hav a couple over the wood with me cobbers!!

1:23 AM  

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