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Stupid Malcolm! Everyone knows you can’t get carrots, julienned or otherwise, on a whopper. But if you do get a whopper, get them to hold the cheese, else you’re in for another nightmare, and you might not be so lucky this time, Amanda and her attack weimaraner might feature in it.
Leslie Bursill
15 years ago
The dog has such insight. Why does he have to live on the Moon?? Surely we could get him/her (bitch on the Moon) a Senate seat in the upcoming double dissolution??
Is our Malcolm on medication or was the Press Club Pinot laced? The guy’s mind went into some nightmare magical mystery tour. He had athletes standing before hurdles humping back packs laden with lead, radio stations playing games with Rudd mind-set listeners and (oh!) Pharoahs dream coming to every household in Mackay, Gladstone, Cessnock and Launceston. Somehow seven years of pestilence starred Jeckyll and Hyde and Margaret Thatcher and voters drowning in a cash splash. Give the man a Medicare card and tell him to stand in line with the rest of the nation that lost its mind during the Howard era.
Stupid Malcolm! Everyone knows you can’t get carrots, julienned or otherwise, on a whopper. But if you do get a whopper, get them to hold the cheese, else you’re in for another nightmare, and you might not be so lucky this time, Amanda and her attack weimaraner might feature in it.
The dog has such insight. Why does he have to live on the Moon?? Surely we could get him/her (bitch on the Moon) a Senate seat in the upcoming double dissolution??
Is our Malcolm on medication or was the Press Club Pinot laced? The guy’s mind went into some nightmare magical mystery tour. He had athletes standing before hurdles humping back packs laden with lead, radio stations playing games with Rudd mind-set listeners and (oh!) Pharoahs dream coming to every household in Mackay, Gladstone, Cessnock and Launceston. Somehow seven years of pestilence starred Jeckyll and Hyde and Margaret Thatcher and voters drowning in a cash splash. Give the man a Medicare card and tell him to stand in line with the rest of the nation that lost its mind during the Howard era.