Couldn’t grow a choko vine over a dunny.
Fair suck of the sauce bottle.
Have a go you mug.
Can I bum a lobster off ya.
Yous are all drongos and galahs.
Couldn’t have been stuffed going to work the other day so I figured I’d chuck a sickie.
I was drier than a nun’s nasty so I thought bugger it, I’m off to the rubbity dub.
I got down there and the place was heaving, going off like a prawn in the sun.
I looked for Bruce the bartender, he was easy to spot because he fell out of the ugly tree at birth and hit every branch on the way down, I mean he’s got a face like the knot in the end of a sausage.
Poor bastard has also got legs so skinny we call him “the vagrant” as in, he’s got no visible means of support.
Anyway, Bruce is so busy he’s all over the place like a madwoman’s shit, he’s as busy as a bricklayer in Beirut, he’s as busy as a one-legged man in an arse kicking competition
So I finally get up to the bar and Bruce says “Do you want a drink or what?”
“Is the pope Catholic?” I says. “Is a frog’s arse watertight? Does a bear shit in the woods? Did Jesus play fullback for Jerusalem? Does Raggedy Ann have cotton tits? Does Ken have a polypropylene penis? Sorry actually no, he’s just got a molded lump, my mistake.”
Bruce just looks at me and says, “Mate if brains were dynamite, you wouldn’t have enough to blow your nose”.
So I finally got a drink and I saw this girl sitting by herself. She had a head that’d chase a robbers’s dog out of a butcher’s shop but I thought I’d see if she wanted some company.
“Fuck off mate,” she said, “I’d rather shit in my hands and clap.”
Totally stitched up.
Head like a beaten favorite , Dumb as Paint
mate from overseas did a tour of oz.. he asked me about backyard bbq etiquette, I just told him to turn up with a bottle of piss, and be prepared for lots of blowies as soon as you get your meat out.
said he didn't enjoy his trip much.
Pops wrote:Old mate used to proudly announce "gotta go drop the kids off at the pool" before paying the dunny a visit.
That'd be because the lizard was poking it's tongue out
Either that or he was turtle-necking.
Have you got your Gold Wings or Red Wings Yet . . .
Fliplid wrote:Pops wrote:Old mate used to proudly announce "gotta go drop the kids off at the pool" before paying the dunny a visit.
That'd be because the lizard was poking it's tongue out
Mrs Brown's at the window.
Old mate bats both ways he doesn’t mind a tight brownie or a loose pinkie
Baby seal poking it's head out
Old mate talks so much he could talk(1) a glass eye to sleep (2) under water (3) the leg off a chair
Spitting the dummy
Keep your hat on
Talk under a pool full of cement with a mouth full of marbles.
Andy nailed it above.
As popular as a fart in a lift
Whoever coughed in their rompers …. Go outside and shake yourself
Lefty losers...wokey jokers...both groups a brick short of a wall...
Then theres the one that describes Jeffery...Not the full Quid!, hes gotta have two dicks, cant be that silly just pulling one!
It’s a confident man who farts in {insert any country that is known for getting the shits in} … where you are likely to “spray paint” the dunny
Bangs like a dunny door
GuySmiley wrote:Bangs like a dunny door
On a windy night!
As happy as a night cart man with a terrier biting his leg
Andy M you're a tinnie short of a six pack with that diatribe!
His elevator doesn't go all the way to the top floor
He's a shilling short of a quid
Seen better legs on a lobster (for those with skinny legs)
He left a bloody dogs breakfast, I'm as mad as a cut snake....
I'm hungry enough to eat the crutch of a low flying seagull....
Gee he's tighter than a fish's arse. A cheap Charlie.
^^ call me whisper I never shout
The last time I shouted a dog bit me
He suffers from short arms and deep pockets
Better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick .
quadzilla wrote:GuySmiley wrote:Bangs like a dunny door
On a windy night!
...in a cyclone.
Bugger.
Running 'round like a chook with its head cut off.
Seen more pricks than a Pommy dartboard.
Couldn't pour water out of a boot if the instructions were on the heel.
AndyM wrote:Couldn’t have been stuffed going to work the other day so I figured I’d chuck a sickie.
I was drier than a nun’s nasty so I thought bugger it, I’m off to the rubbity dub.
I got down there and the place was heaving, going off like a prawn in the sun.
I looked for Bruce the bartender, he was easy to spot because he fell out of the ugly tree at birth and hit every branch on the way down, I mean he’s got a face like the knot in the end of a sausage.
Poor bastard has also got legs so skinny we call him “the vagrant” as in, he’s got no visible means of support.
Anyway, Bruce is so busy he’s all over the place like a madwoman’s shit, he’s as busy as a bricklayer in Beirut, he’s as busy as a one-legged man in an arse kicking competition
So I finally get up to the bar and Bruce says “Do you want a drink or what?”
“Is the pope Catholic?” I says. “Is a frog’s arse watertight? Does a bear shit in the woods? Did Jesus play fullback for Jerusalem? Does Raggedy Ann have cotton tits? Does Ken have a polypropylene penis? Sorry actually no, he’s just got a molded lump, my mistake.”
Bruce just looks at me and says, “Mate if brains were dynamite, you wouldn’t have enough to blow your nose”.
So I finally got a drink and I saw this girl sitting by herself. She had a head that’d chase a robbers’s dog out of a butcher’s shop but I thought I’d see if she wanted some company.
“Fuck off mate,” she said, “I’d rather shit in my hands and clap.”
Totally stitched up.
You're pulling my chain.
Pops wrote:AndyM wrote:Couldn’t have been stuffed going to work the other day so I figured I’d chuck a sickie.
I was drier than a nun’s nasty so I thought bugger it, I’m off to the rubbity dub.
I got down there and the place was heaving, going off like a prawn in the sun.
I looked for Bruce the bartender, he was easy to spot because he fell out of the ugly tree at birth and hit every branch on the way down, I mean he’s got a face like the knot in the end of a sausage.
Poor bastard has also got legs so skinny we call him “the vagrant” as in, he’s got no visible means of support.
Anyway, Bruce is so busy he’s all over the place like a madwoman’s shit, he’s as busy as a bricklayer in Beirut, he’s as busy as a one-legged man in an arse kicking competition
So I finally get up to the bar and Bruce says “Do you want a drink or what?”
“Is the pope Catholic?” I says. “Is a frog’s arse watertight? Does a bear shit in the woods? Did Jesus play fullback for Jerusalem? Does Raggedy Ann have cotton tits? Does Ken have a polypropylene penis? Sorry actually no, he’s just got a molded lump, my mistake.”
Bruce just looks at me and says, “Mate if brains were dynamite, you wouldn’t have enough to blow your nose”.
So I finally got a drink and I saw this girl sitting by herself. She had a head that’d chase a robbers’s dog out of a butcher’s shop but I thought I’d see if she wanted some company.
“Fuck off mate,” she said, “I’d rather shit in my hands and clap.”
Totally stitched up.You're pulling my chain.
Don't piss on my back and tell me it's raining :)
I'm so hungry I could eat a babies bum through a park bench.
I'm off like a prawn in the sun.
Going to see a man about a dog.
A few spokes short of a wheel.
Derek and Clive have a whole skit of this sort of stuff.
She had a head like a smashed crab.
Seeds, I'm busting- gotta shake hands with the unemployed.
That made me chuckle out loud Zen.
Sadly seeds I've enployed that one from time to time.
Happily married now- long service leave.
Thanks Soggy, you're a rippa beudy bonza bottler of a bloke.
Was just looking at Zens pics on WOTD.
Some people couldn't drive a greasy stick up a dogs arse.
Couldn't pull a root in a brothel.
Couldn't organise a piss up in a brewey..
seeds wrote:Head like a robbers dog…is one I use.
I use head like a smashed crab.
Ok just seen above its just been said
Blow ya groceries, for throwing up.
indo-dreaming wrote:Blow ya groceries, for throwing up.
^ … and for packing your jaks?? Hehe
Having dropped a common Aussie saying (ugly as a hatfull of arseholes) when responding to Indo today.
I lament that this part of Aussie culture is dying with my kids generation. Are we losing our unique bastardised version of the English language.
What’s your favourite sayings? Do you still use them?