Jeezny, Didja See That Beaut Of A Hospital Kick?
That Bloke Has Kangaroos Loose In His Top Paddock To Go Get That Bottler. Not The Full Quid. He Coulda Eated A Sanger Up There. Aerial Ping Pong At Its Finest!
No, I have no idea what I just said.
Excuse Me, Stewardess; I Speak Awwwwwstralleon.
I’m not sure, but I think Bruce said that he and Bruce and the other guy named Bruce first needed to insert the johnson boom into the drambuie, and then the platypus gaff had to be heated up and struck against the velvet hammer repeatedly. Then they couldn’t take the sound of one another’s fricatives and glottals any more and put on earmuffs. Then they flew a tiny airplane with a V-2 buzzbomb pulsejet motor on it, which they said they stole from the Nazis back when they annexed Australia.
I think.
Real Men Don’t Build Ships In A Bottle For A Hobby
Real men get fools to remove the wheel chocks on the Sopwith Camel they built and then fly around with a Supermarine Spitfire.
Anybody Speak Australian?
I think he said the dagnabbit is shambling over the scotchgard, with a pitot tube patchouli phalarope dissembling about an Occam’s melon baller. But I might have misheard. Anyway, cool motorcycle, bro.