Mardi Gras weekend!

Hmmm yes it is the Mardi Gras weekend where we celebrate, well, guys who like guys and girls who like girls. Not that the later is a problem, I mean those champion lesbians produce some great videos.
However it is the vomit stained wrecks of humanity that later fill the streets of Darlinghurst and Kings Cross becoming a traffic hazard that is the problem.
In Jakarta bulldozers would be used to clear a path for road vehicles, dumping the fetid carcases in the nearby gutter until a certain level of sobriety brings them back to a state where they are able to stumble their way home holding onto poles. Sadly here in good ol Oz bulldozers aren't acceptable so tomorrow I, along with 500 other taxi drivers, will have to run the risk of being charged with negligent driving after driving over, WHAT I THOUGHT WAS, a speedhump.
Anyway in recognition of this important event here is a couple of shots to get you warmed up for the weekends activities.

Footy players

 Three footy fans were walking back from the MCG when one noticed a
foot sticking out of the bushes by the side of Jolimont Road.
They stopped and discovered a nude female unconscious and near death
so one of them phoned the police and also requested an ambulance.
Out of respect and propriety, the Melbourne fan took off his cap and
placed it over one of the female's breasts. The Kangaroos fan took
off
his cap and
placed it over her other breast. Following their lead, but with
great
reluctance, the Collingwood fan took off his cap and placed it over
her girly part.
The police arrived first and an officer began to conduct his
investigation.
First he lifted up the Demons cap, replaced it and made an entry in
his
notebook.
Next, he lifted the Kangaroos cap and replaced it; making more notes
in
his book.
Then the officer lifted the Collingwood cap, replaced it, lifted it
again,
replaced it, lifted it a third time and replaced it one last time -
shaking his head in disbelief.

The Collingwood fan was extremely annoyed and challenged him, "What
are you, a pervert or something mate? Why do you keep lifting and
looking, lifting and looking?"

"Well," said the officer, "I'm a little surprised and confused.
"Normally, when you look under a Collingwood cap ... you'll find an
asshole."

City Of Botany Bay Council!

Council officers go about their daily duties of booking people for parking misdemeanors at over $200 a pop while their street staff continually park in 'No Stopping' and many other illegal spots.
What a joke this is. Write to Mayor Hoenig, he would love to hear from you, then send you out a standard letter about he can't control the booking procedure and that his staff are told not to break the law when it comes to parking.

	Botany Bay City Council		The Office of the Mayor
	Administration Centre		Shop 176A
	141 Coward St		Eastgardens Shopping Centre
	Mascot NSW 2020		Eastgardens NSW 2035
	Australia		Australia
	Phone: (02) 9366 3666		Phone: (02) 9366 3600
	Fax: (02) 9366 3777		Fax: (02) 9366 3800
	Email: council@botanybay.nsw.gov.au		Email: mayor@botanybay.nsw.gov.au

BOTANY BAY HYPOCRITES!

URBAN SHEEP!

Forward To Railcorp Bosses!

Ahmed and Hamid are both beggars at several traffic
lights in Sydney.

Ahmed drives a Mercedes, lives in a mortgage-free
house, and has a lot of money to spend.

Hamid only brings in 2 to 3 dollars a day.

Hamid asks Ahmed how he manages to bring home a
suitcase full of $10 notes every day.

Ahmed says; " Look at your sign, it says, I have no
work, a wife and six kids to support."

"Aussies who see that do not feel as if they
accomplish anything by giving you money. You will
still have no job and a large family whether they give
you money or not!"

"Now look at my sign!"

So Hamid looks and Ahmed's sign reads, "I only need
another $10 to move back to Lebanon!

Warning: Bunnings Hardware

I'm not usually one for posting warnings about potential scams but I had a close call yesterday.

I walked into Bunning's hardware at lunchtime, wandered down the timber aisle and some old fart dressed in a red shirt with a green apron on asked me if I wanted 'decking'.
Fortunately, I got the first half dozen punches in and sorted the bastard out.
Those less suspecting might not be so lucky. Spread this warning on to all your friends.

National SORRY Day!

Today is 'National 'SORRY' Day here in Australia, a day when Prime Minister Kevin Rudd will apologize to the aboriginal people for the 'stolen generation'.

According to the 'Sydney Morning Herald', one of those 'always to be believed' spreaders of news!
"Both Mr Rudd and Indigenous Affairs Minister Jenny Macklin received a standing ovation as they entered the Great Hall before the Prime Minister delivered the speech. The reading of the 361-word apology was completed by 9.03am and was watched by hundreds of parliamentarians, former prime ministers and representatives of the indigenous community."

It is being treated as one of the biggest events in Australian history, and so it should be. But am I the only one wondering what is next?
No I am not!
On the radio this morning they were interviewing a number of indigenous people who had gone to Canberra for the event and one said,
"So they have apologized, whats next".

That pretty much sums it up. A few words and now all is forgiven and forgotten? All Aussies, no matter what their colour, will now live in peace forever more, no more bashings, no more hatred, no more mistrust of each other.
Many Australian's are screaming about the whole thing saying that this will now open the floodgates for endless compensation claims. What price would you pay on being ripped away from your parents? What amount would you feel would be enough to compensate you for that single event that affected the rest of your life.
They have a right to be pissed off, you would be. However I don't even think financial compensation is going to help. Ohhh and won't it be funny if they show themselves to be bigger than us by not even adopting the endless compensation roundabout that has been made so popular by our little society.

Don't get me wrong, I think something needed to be done. I have been victim to being bashed, robbed and spat on by the worst examples of these people, yet, white (and any other colour) Australians do the same things.
Will this apology mean Australians will change forever, that we can all finally be friends, well its a nice dream but I wont be running to the TAB to put bets on it.

Anyway, it will be interesting to see WHATS NEXT!

MOTORFEST 2008 - A Tale of buses, woman and dribblies! PART 4

A selection of extra photos from Motorfest. A huge thanks to those people kind enough to supply shots for use.


Old and new meet near Central station.

Throsby inducing motoring!

Dawn looks overwhelmed with joy to be here!

For those who appreciate western hornbags for some reason!

MOTORFEST 2008 - A Tale of buses, woman and dribblies! PART 3

OK you can stop all the complaining now, I am here with the photographs from Motorfest.

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For a display based on motor vehicles, mostly cars, but also a variety of buses and the odd truck, this years Motorfest was more like a who's who of a railfan meet at thew Hurstville exhibition.
Amongst the usual selection of societies strangest examples, were a few hobos, numerous scummy examples of what our youth have become and one old guy that must have forgotten to put on his pants before leaving his cave.
Of course there were the usual railfan selection of Charlie Lewis, Craig (aka Frankenstein) and everyones absolute fave, Jason.

Yummmmmm - One of the many delightful views at Motorfest!

Yes Jason, well what can you say, it takes a special person to hang out of a Chinese bus on George Street screaming out to the world that he is a 'FOAMER'. Most of us like to just keep this announcement on the internet for the world to see. Onya mate, the general public has successfully been made to think even less of bus fans than was previously the case.

The Chinese bus is seen near Central station!

Anyway, these miseries aside, I was able to meet up with mates Jason, Annabelle (hmmmm yum), and railfans Alan D, Brad P (aka Spadge), Greg T and Jim. Of course the constant selection of delicious looking woman surely made the event even more pleasurable.

The free bus rides around the city were fun as always, though the loads encountered in the afternoon must have made these old vintage rattlers wonder what hit them. They got absolutely packed at times as even regular travelers hoped aboard.
Even if you aren't into cars, Motorfest is worth it for the buses alone. All are in a great condition thans to the efforts of the HCVA!

Ahhhhhh GOD himself invented the Torana! No greater car exists!

Yep, sorry to disappoint you, but there isn't much for the 'Fed Up Foamer' to whinge about when it comes to Motorfest. The good things far outweighed the suffering endured due to bad things, and demented chunks of humanity.

Enjoy the shots.

Strange Contributions!

Thanks to all those who send in some of the strangest contributions!

MOTORFEST 2008 - A Tale of buses, woman and dribblies! PART 2

Yes I realise the Fed Up Foamer has been remiss in following through on his 'Motorfest' obligations!
In all honesty I have just been fed up. Thats right, fed up. Westerners have been iritating me at an all time maximum of late.
So will we start the Motorfest dribble?

NO, NOT YET!

Sorry but a worrisome burger at the local greasy shop has had me on the throne for two days and sweating like a dirty session in a Bangkok girlie bar.
The plan is to rubbish on more about it tomorrow, but in the meantime, fondle yoursel with these two tasty selections.

MOTORFEST 2008 - A Tale of buses, woman and dribblies! PART 1

Afternoon faithful fans,
As with most other 'Australia Day' weekends, I joined the endless throngs of human sheep heading into Sydney City to look over the same old cars in the same old Motorfest display.
During the coming week I shall be reporting on this exciting day, that comes but once a year.
But here is a tempting couple of shots by some of Australia's master bus photographers, taken on the day, that are sure to have your hands straying towards the groin area.
See ya all soon!

INTERMISSION!

Wrong Side Of The Bed!

Mother Superior was on her way to late morning prayers, when she passed two novices just leaving early morning prayers, on their way to classes. As she passed the young ladies, Mother Superior said, 'Good morning ladies.'

The novices replied, 'Good morning, Mother Superior, may God be with you.' But after they had passed, Mother Superior heard one say to the other, 'I think she got out of the wrong side of the bed this morning.' This startled Mother Superior, but she chose not to pursue the issue.

A little further down the hall, Mother Superior passed two of the Sisters who had been teaching at the convent for several years. She greeted them with, 'Good morning Sister Martha, Sister Jessica, may God give you wisdom for our students today.'

'Good morning, Mother Superior. Thank you, and may God be with you.'

But again, after passing, Mother Superior overheard, 'She got out of the wrong side of bed today.' Baffled, she started to wonder if she had spoken harshly, or with an irritated look on her face. She vowed to be more pleasant.

Looking down the hall, Mother Superior saw retired Sister Mary approaching, step by step, with her walker. As Sister Mary was rather deaf, Mother Superior had plenty of time to arrange a pleasant smile on her face, before greeting Sister Mary. 'Good morning, Sister Mary. I'm so happy to see you up and about. I pray God watches over you today, and grants you a wonderful day.'

'Ah, Good morning, Mother Superior, and thank you. I see you got up on the wrong side of bed this morning.'

Mother Superior was floored! 'Sister Mary, what have I done wrong? I have tried to be pleasant, but three times already today, people have said that about me.'

Sister Mary stopped her walker, and looked Mother Superior in the face. 'Oh, don't take it personal, Mother Superior. It's just that you're wearing Father Murphy's slippers.'