welp its speak your language day so here goes
shazza and dazza were driving to maccas listening to acca dacca in franga. shaz wanted a golden gaytime and some snags in a sanga so she went next door to the local bunnings. ‘grouse lippie, love’ she said to herself as she check her reflection in the window of a rusty holden ute. the bloke selling the snags said she was a cockatoo but daz picked her up and said she looked like the emu’s elbows. then they went to the footy to see the pies while eating pies, but really soft ones because as collingwood supporters, neither had any teeth.