>>20974874>[Uploaded to the WWA Tweetstagram is an... audio only file? It sounds like it was recorded on a fucken Nokia 3310 or someth-- oh, right.]In what sounds like a packed bar, with music playing loudly and people talking over the recording, the unmistakable, heavenly drawl of Sheila Foster can be heard.
"Fuck, we goin'? Shit, dis fing can only ra-cawd fah loik a minnit or whatevs. Haha, nah, mate, fucken Jonno used ta have wunna dese cunts, roight? An' he used to put it -- aww, fuck, me promo. Uh, well, yeah, fucken K-sumi or K-nako or whatevah ya name is now. Glad ta see ya foinally ass-epted. Oi guess we gunna smash tits, then? Noice. Oi'll troy ta get Kels there, if ya dun moind. Hope Nicko can show up, Orlyways loiked her. Anywho, happy hour corls, cunt! Keep It sleazy!"
The recording continues for roughly twenty more seconds of unintelligible Australianisms and numerous new drinks slammed onto the counter as patrons cheer.
