Now that is an inspiration. We could outsource Monday through Friday to Asia wherever!

That way the boss would call one at home looking to find out why he wasn't at work and end up with an earful of (insert dialect here)

and become hopelessly befuddled.

Bloody inspiration.  

I've been trying to get a bill passed thru Oz parliament that outsources our politicians to Taiwan, where they beat the living crap out of each other, but none of the gutless bastards 'll introduce it.

Oh well, back to the drawing board.... cos I'm determined to get rid of 'em.

Maybe an attack on compulsory voting... that 'd ensure none of 'em got in, cos nobody 'd bother.

In that case, then, I propose we have a world wide referrendum to deem all political figures illegal... that any politician practicing political business (they're always practicing because they NEVER got it right) be shot on sight with a blunderbuss filled with an assortment of putrid foodstuffs that a pig wouldn't eat if it were starving.

And when you consider politicians always have their mouths open (cos they never stop lying), they're gonna cop quite a mouthful, aren't they.

Friday...fri...damn now I'm hungry...I'll be back!

hic... munch... hic... ...ooops!

It was a fupchuck umpy dart that is makin' it's way across to Oz so's it can land in your cabbage patch and ferment your cabbages faster than your barks can ass-imilate them.

You're forgetting about The Grand Master of Fartdom Oozi Drippum. His barks could peel the paint off the Voyager probes at half a light year. Too bad the last one 'back'fired and blew him all to mush.

Tomorrow never comes because by the time it does its already today.

Still Saturday here. 8:05 p.m. EST. Going to look at the inside of my eyelids in two hours. Maybe even get some shuteye. Lots of weird folks walking around in strange garb. You'd think it was Halloween or something.

Tomorrow is yesterday