“Malcolm” Its so nice getting out in the water after a couple of days constructive work between our countries – i couldn’t even hear the “shrill” screaming of the lefty loons”
“Malcolm” Its so nice getting out in the water after a couple of days constructive work between our countries – i couldn’t even hear the “shrill” screaming of the lefty loons”
So you crossed the Tasman in a canoe to live in Australia. Well done Johnboy, we’ll give you citizenship.
tory-bastards help prop each other up..
auditioning for (an older) ‘wiggles’…
key and turnball go for the mid-body grope…
key:..’you really float my boat mal’..
turnball:..’no no johnny..you really float my boat’…
couples new celebrity-name..
‘turnkey’..
or..’monny’…
..or maybe ‘key-ball’
New totenkopfverbänders demonstrating the repatriation transport system for Nauru detainees.
The real Boat People.
Two arseholes keeping each other afloat!
The real Boat people.
heh..!
In days of yore
Aus PM fifty years before
Entered heavy surf off beach
Out of reach
Search was in vain
Never to be seen again
Lesson learnt
Better sunburnt
On their backs
Paddling gently in kayaks
Sharing secrets in obscurity
Absolute Security
Sydney Harbour
Opportune for ardor
Key flattered
Recently battered
No GSCB
Will not be lost at sea
It’s getting a bit hard to stay afloat on the cesspool we’ve created, especially in front of our adoring media . . .
Mal! You can’t heat your kayak and keep it too. Who’s going to put the fire out, coz I won’t.
50 is the new 11.
Hi Mum, how are you? Do you know what I did at school today? I got to go canoeing with my new best friend from Australia! He’s so cool. We like the same colours and everything. I love him. He’s gunna come round next month after we’ve finished running the countries and everything. It’s so fun! I love having my new best friend, Mum! He’s so cool! Can I have a sandwich?
it’s not a reach-around..it’s a reach-across..
Lynch Merrill. Sack Goldman.
Mal, Nauru? Or Christmas Island? Yeah! Nash! Why not the Rocks?
Mal, Nauru? Or Christmas Island? Yeah! Naah! Why not the Rocks?
Yea I’ve great PR, This’ll prove although we’re up the creek, we have paddles.
Canoodling exposed.
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
“O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!”
two peas in two pods
Whatever floats your boat.
I’ll hold yours if you hold mine.
Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dee
Don’t wait for a shower to have a pee
Key crossed the moat
Into Sydney Harbour for a float
Stayed the night in pyjamas tight
OK Malcolm, she’ll be right
You and Lucy can practice on us
Before you push me under a bus
“Malcolm” Its so nice getting out in the water after a couple of days constructive work between our countries – i couldn’t even hear the “shrill” screaming of the lefty loons”
“Malcolm” Its so nice getting out in the water after a couple of days constructive work between our countries – i couldn’t even hear the “shrill” screaming of the lefty loons”
So you crossed the Tasman in a canoe to live in Australia. Well done Johnboy, we’ll give you citizenship.
tory-bastards help prop each other up..
auditioning for (an older) ‘wiggles’…
key and turnball go for the mid-body grope…
key:..’you really float my boat mal’..
turnball:..’no no johnny..you really float my boat’…
couples new celebrity-name..
‘turnkey’..
or..’monny’…
..or maybe ‘key-ball’
New totenkopfverbänders demonstrating the repatriation transport system for Nauru detainees.
The real Boat People.
Two arseholes keeping each other afloat!
The real Boat people.
heh..!
In days of yore
Aus PM fifty years before
Entered heavy surf off beach
Out of reach
Search was in vain
Never to be seen again
Lesson learnt
Better sunburnt
On their backs
Paddling gently in kayaks
Sharing secrets in obscurity
Absolute Security
Sydney Harbour
Opportune for ardor
Key flattered
Recently battered
No GSCB
Will not be lost at sea
It’s getting a bit hard to stay afloat on the cesspool we’ve created, especially in front of our adoring media . . .
Mal! You can’t heat your kayak and keep it too. Who’s going to put the fire out, coz I won’t.
50 is the new 11.
Hi Mum, how are you? Do you know what I did at school today? I got to go canoeing with my new best friend from Australia! He’s so cool. We like the same colours and everything. I love him. He’s gunna come round next month after we’ve finished running the countries and everything. It’s so fun! I love having my new best friend, Mum! He’s so cool! Can I have a sandwich?
it’s not a reach-around..it’s a reach-across..
Lynch Merrill. Sack Goldman.
Mal, Nauru? Or Christmas Island? Yeah! Nash! Why not the Rocks?
Mal, Nauru? Or Christmas Island? Yeah! Naah! Why not the Rocks?
Yea I’ve great PR, This’ll prove although we’re up the creek, we have paddles.
Canoodling exposed.
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
“O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!”
dumb and dumber
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