>>7808243So I decided to chuck a sickie to have a few schooners over at Davo’s and the deadset ocker has gone bush. He lives out in woop woop so I hit the frog and toad before the postie and he's walkabout. I'm mad as a cut snake and being the larrikin I am decide to pour kero on his barbie. I roll a durry and head out back and stone the crows, his seppo missus is starkers! Just sunbaking in the nuddy, mappo tassie and all, and it's bloody bonzer! I'm worried I'm gonna cark it and don't want to have to get an ambo, and I know Davo would be clucky if I perved on his jillaroo so I decide to shoot through. I still had to go pick up a slab of four x from the bottle-o. I go to the boot to get my stubbie holder and it's full of frangers, and fair suck of the sav Davo rocks up. He ridgey-didge reckons I'm trying to have a naughty with his shiela. We've been mates since kindie and he's always been a bit of a galah, but he can see through my trackie-daks that I cracked a fat. He'd just been down at servo getting darts and a dog's eye. Holy doolie did he spit the dummy, he thought he sprung me trying to get a root and he was spewin’, and I'm just standing there stonkered. So I'm tryna do the Harold Holt and he's giving me an earbashing about what a shonky drongo I am when his cook comes out to tell him what a dill he is, what they've got is dinky-di. So now Davo’s true blue again and I reckon she'll be right, but Davo’s rapt to have a good yarn and he's not the full quid - so the fuckin’ yobbo calls up my wowser boss, Bruce. Now I'm on the compo ‘cause Davo dobbed me in and I got the pink slip, didn't I? So that's the drum with me, got any mate's rates pingers? I don't have any moolah and need to get munted.
