Natural justice, Briallen.
It's what Christmas is all about, Ruby.
Ah welcome to the Douche's!! (pronounced Du-shay you naughty boy)
Lala,Everyone round my way is always invited to Christmas at the Hughes's...pronounced Huge Esses, of course, which, coincidentally, sums up most of my guests.
...That and the unnatural consumption of fat and sugar-filled goodness. Fortunately you POMS get a nice snowy winter to compliment the Christmas atmosphere; us Aussies get sun-baked, hot and alcohol-fuelled violence as ours.
Ruby,Alcohol-fuelled violence is part and parcel of the festive season regardless of your country of origin. That's why Father Christmas wears red...to disguise the bloodstains.
...and god knows what other stains...
I think I saw that in a dominatrix situation once.
You need to stop frequenting those pubs in the back end of Melbourne, Reuben.
The front is just as bad, Brian.
That depends on which end of town Robbert frequents, surely?
Oh yes. But his movements are so erratic (due to the nature of most crack addicts), it's impossible to trace, let alone predict.
Reuben,Just follow the trail of slime. You can't miss.
I can smell it all the way from Thornbury (most slime lives in Werribee you see).
Alternately titled "The Way Christmas Should Be"?
Reuben,I'll take your word for that. Is that where Ramsay Street's located then?Daisy,In my house, that's how Christmas actually is...minus the tree, the presents, the cards and the kids, of course.
No, that's Nudawading: a boring area full of white trash and so-called lobsters (POMS with sunburn).
Good to see we're still shipping our bad eggs over your way, at any rate, Rueben.
Wishing you a Cool Yule dear ScragEndthat toon is to real to be funny - Fundamentalist Christians sprang to mind.(but 'elf dribble' - I liked that one)
Thanks Annie. Have a big fat jolly old midwinter (or in your case midsummer) knees up yourself.
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