Cheers Barry, Axe Edge Moor and the Roaches, top X-country ski area in the winter and great rock in the summer(Eff off Harry, you`re starting to sound all rugsey:roll: )
Steve
Did it taste nice then?
It always tastes nice mate, at least, that`s what Skippy says afterwards, slurp. slurp
" Spit or swallow, aitch? And where`s the pearl necklace you promised me for crimbo"
Yer wearing it, Skip
Abbos like Emu more, apparently
. Bit tall for me though. ( Emus, before you start
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You can get all this gear at any supermarket down here, croc is nice, tastes like chicken(eff off Wogan) Emu is like big turkeys, you couldn`t eat a whole one
Tastes good though. Roo is about the best meat I can think of. We had some from Tesco once, it was like leather and still pumping blood after ten mins on the barby. Real stuff is essence. Never mind Sir Loin. Should be Sir Roo. Take it out of the bag and show it a phot of the barby. That`s enuff. Or you could do what Mrs H does, and eat it while it`s still scoring a "two" on the triage scale. I worry about that girl
Then there`s the multitude of creatures from the deep
I`ve seen what lobsters eat and unless there`s a cattle prod up me arse, I`ll choose the meat option, thanks very much
Once the diners have troughed their way through several lobsters, tiger prawns, crayfish, yabbys, moreton bay bugs, etc etc, I usually regail them with the following tale, courtesy of the Sydney Harbour Police Underwater Search Team,
It was the custom of the Under Water Search Team to spend Friday arvo on the piss. (It`s what my job do every week. Piss up and barby. On site. Eff H+S regs.)
This particular Friday, the UWST were tasked with recovering the body of a geezer who`d been in the water off Bondi for about four days. After several unsuccessful grid sweeps, the team commander gives the underwater signal for" Wrap yer tits in and gather barby fodder"( that`ll be Endex, then Royal?)One of the plod divers spies a round object, covered in a mass of the biggest Tiger prawns he has ever seen. That`ll do for me he thinks, as he starts stuffing the prawns in his keep net. Happy with his find and content with thoughts of " won`t I be the star of the barby," he was somewhat surprised to be confronted by the eye-less sockets of the missing geezer`s empty skull. The Tiger prawns had obviously troughed the lot, eyes, lips,ears, cranium content, whatever
Our hero kept this little gem to himself as he whacked the contents of his keep-net on the Friday arvo barby.
His team-mates complimented him on his luck at finding the sweetest prawns any of them could ever remember eating. He waited till the last of them had finished sucking his fingers before revealing the source of such tasty, succulent prawns.
Unfortunately, his team-mates failed to see the funny side, as they broke our Hero`s nose, several of his ribs, a collar bone, fibia and tibia in L arm, several bones in both his hands, plus the fractures to L jaw and severe indent fracture to L side of skull causing serious compression injury. Puncture wound to L lung, and damage to spleen, liver and kidneys, were all passed off as " Horse-play" at the subsequent disiplinary hearing.
Naw, only joking. I loves prawns, but only when I`m shite-ers
Anyone fancy a cockle
Nite All
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