Friday, 13 November 2009
OMGWTFLEGO
See, I would have uploaded this here, but that's an exercise in futility and despair. YouTube will have to suffice, instead.
Monday, 9 November 2009
News from the "Scene"
S: We now cross live to Guerilla Journalist, Cam, who has infiltrated a gathering he has deemed worthy of your filthy eyes. Initial reports are sketchy, but apparantly, it's a... uh... a... Bogan Wedding?!? Oh sweet crunchy saviour....
S: Are you still on the scene, Cam?
C: No, it only lasted for twenty minutes, thank god. I don't think I could have coped with the amount of smoke that was being CONSUMED whilst the wedding was in progress.
S: Scintiallting. Any estimates on the crowd size?
C: Maximum.. problably 25 people
S: Gee, that sounds like the wedding lasted at a rate of 1 minute per person
C: The bride looked like Jabba the Hutt in a dress, the resemblance is quite scary, even the skin colour is alike.
S: Yikes. I do believe we have a comparison shot here.
S: Back to the story, what kind of man or woo-man attends such an event?
C: I can guarintee that only 2 or 3 people there were not on government handouts. It also appears that these 2 or 3 sorry souls were the only ones who were paying for the entire wedding, as well as the reception.
S: Where abouts was this illustrious event?
C: Back of Maitland Park, under the shitty old rotunda, next to the cricket ground (which seemed more interesting than the wedding, and I hate Cricket)
S: Where was this reception held?
C: Easts bowling club. All you can eat buffet. $12 a head at the most. I don't understand why someone so OLD would get married. The Ex-Husband was even there, and he made a speech. The even joked (I'm not sure if they know HOW to joke) about receiving half of the Ex-Husbands paycheck.
S: Love is surely in the air, tonight.
C: I don't want to think about that. (looks at the ground)
S: Looking at these photos, there's a few odd things here
C: That wedding dress is borrowed, and looked like it was hardly holding. Oh! And the smell.
S: Flowers?
C: Urine.
S: My Word!
C: Did I mention that the front row consisted entirely of Cripples? Some without teeth?
S: Do we have any photos of it? Ah, yes we do.
[Incriminating Photo Removed due to pending legal action]
S: I gotta get out of this town
S: Are you still on the scene, Cam?
C: No, it only lasted for twenty minutes, thank god. I don't think I could have coped with the amount of smoke that was being CONSUMED whilst the wedding was in progress.
S: Scintiallting. Any estimates on the crowd size?
C: Maximum.. problably 25 people
S: Gee, that sounds like the wedding lasted at a rate of 1 minute per person
C: The bride looked like Jabba the Hutt in a dress, the resemblance is quite scary, even the skin colour is alike.
S: Yikes. I do believe we have a comparison shot here.
S: Back to the story, what kind of man or woo-man attends such an event?
C: I can guarintee that only 2 or 3 people there were not on government handouts. It also appears that these 2 or 3 sorry souls were the only ones who were paying for the entire wedding, as well as the reception.
S: Where abouts was this illustrious event?
C: Back of Maitland Park, under the shitty old rotunda, next to the cricket ground (which seemed more interesting than the wedding, and I hate Cricket)
S: Where was this reception held?
C: Easts bowling club. All you can eat buffet. $12 a head at the most. I don't understand why someone so OLD would get married. The Ex-Husband was even there, and he made a speech. The even joked (I'm not sure if they know HOW to joke) about receiving half of the Ex-Husbands paycheck.
S: Love is surely in the air, tonight.
C: I don't want to think about that. (looks at the ground)
S: Looking at these photos, there's a few odd things here
C: That wedding dress is borrowed, and looked like it was hardly holding. Oh! And the smell.
S: Flowers?
C: Urine.
S: My Word!
C: Did I mention that the front row consisted entirely of Cripples? Some without teeth?
S: Do we have any photos of it? Ah, yes we do.
[Incriminating Photo Removed due to pending legal action]
S: I gotta get out of this town
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