Bitter but optimistic

The truth of the matter- I received a short notice invite from Biffen to join him for lunch. Normally this would arouse suspicion and trepidation but,as the suggested venue was a respectable country pub, not a million miles from Romsey – I accepted. Gullible me. At the last moment Biffen changed the venue to a miserable little inn, in an even more miserable town that I had never heard of. No mobile coverage! Upon entering the bar I immediately realised that if ever they wanted hillbillies for a remake of “Deliverance” – this was the place. I immediately regretted bringing the Merc but at least I could still see it through the murky windows. Biffen arrived – chauffer driven no less – by a particularly disreputable looking fellow and escorted me into a dingy area at the back of the pub. Of course, I was by far the most fashionably dressed. Biffen and his “driver’ looked like common bogtrotters. I even sported my limited edition Mercedes watch which Biffen (the lout) referred to as “bling”! Biffen was well known and warmly greeted by the “locals”. The waitress had enough tatts to qualify as street art and Biffen immediately began to regale her with tales of his “penthouse” in St.Kilda and how could offer her far greater opportunities for career advancement. The barmaid ( a particularly slatternly type) sported a nose ring that would have controlled the most unruly of bullocks. Welcome to Biffen’s world! Biffen played “mine host” and ordered me something that looked like warm road kill hidden under greasy chips. Beautifully plated! He also managed to find a cheap and nasty shiraz to wash it down with. There were some interruptions while “mine host” had to step outside to conclude business transactions. The actual purpose of the lunch was a crude attempt to drag my good name into a business deal involving an environmental scam and the abuse of 457 visas. Typical Biffen. Anyway, I survived the experience. As I’m sure Earl Hood would agree it is sometimes necessary to mix with the vulgar elements of society to humbly remind oneself of one’s superiority.

Jesus Christ! You are remarkably illiterate.

Jesus Christ!

You been reading "The Golden Book of Cliches" Flo g?

You must have been pizzed for years Clit. That was some of the most simplistic and banal television ever made. Sadly (and unbelievably) too many people actually viewed it as some sort of model for proper social behaviour and living life in general. FMD!!

There are other colours that make u sweat profusely dc.

That seems an extraordinary amount Moon! That would just about require AFL administration.

Indeed Biff, but unfortunately the [censored] don't get it!

I realize this a privately owned site Gnasher but subjective interpretations of what is racist and what are not are dangerous, potentially inflammatory and can in fact give credence to [censored]. Let the [censored] expose themselves - most people are reasonable and will see through the [censored].

Are you sir echo grape?

Just woken up Clit?

No slept in. Have to leave here by 6.15. Had a discussion with bed partner instead.

Yes

Unsuccessful

God you're a boring bastard!!

In your drunken case Clit - it is better to STFU!!

Better if he stopped with the breathing!

If we win enough games we will make the eight!

Now is your one and only chance to educate me Fl og. What, pray tell is an "Electors Meeting" ?

... and also the poddy calf whose hind legs were inserted in them.

You'd have to remove the gumboots Jizza.

I've seen some pi zz poor and pure [censored] sauces on Dland Mono but that just about wins the prize. ( an engraved alpaca coprolite)

Yeah, or Sam could be at real risk!

Try getting a partner for those precious moments.

Imagine how OD must feel!