If there’s one thing we all have to learn about the recent tale about Herman Rockefeller and his Austalia Day BBQ is that if you are going to go to a Swingers party then make sure you bring your wife or you’re de facto and i(f they don’t want to go) you should take your TV down to Cash Converters and get a loan out. With the cash you should go to Carlsisle st St Kilda and pick up a prostitute and take her instead. Because the other Swingers might get mighty pissed off at you if you don’t and take a chainsaw to you.
I made the mistake once of going to a South Eastern Suburbs swingers party and the only other person there was a bloke. It was embarrassing for us both. His name wasn’t Herman though.
If anyone is up for a swing please contact me via the email function of the internet. type into to your send mail bit: trevor.3001@gmail.com.
I will do most races even Indian and Asian birds. (But dont ask if I feel like a bbq afterwards!)
One of the things about being a popular topical debator and general top bloke is that others also find you fascinating apart from yours truly. I have been spreading myself as thin as Karen Carpets lately with having to write 3 major columns for Groupthink.com.au and also doing a photo essay for them of which I am still waiting for my prizemoney of 100,000 from Phillip Adams.
I have been living life to the full as usual lately until my brother Wayne played a practice joke on my arsehole. A month or so ago I was lifting a new dif into my XE Falcon and the next day I was having a shit and i started to cry from the pain from my arse. I felt around and I was very sensitive in the arsehole region and it felt like a golf ball was attached to me. I discovered via yahoo.com.au that I had a major sized hemoroid sitting just out of my arse and it was well and truly painfull.
I managed to hobble to the supermarket and get some cream called anusol that you have to stick in your arse and it provides realief I have never had before in that area. I was using it for a few days and I went to use it again when I was completely pissed except this time when I inserted and sqeezed it felt like I had a blow torch up and on my ring. Seething in pain and yelling to high heaven I was in tears again. Wayne had swapped my tube of anusol for a tube of deepheat.
I did not hear the sound of the ambulance that night.
But back to others finding my debates reportable on other websites. I am pleased to announce that James Reyne now knows who Trevor McDonalds is. From Jame’s site
As we all (should) know by now, I like to have a bit of laugh and not take too much seriously.
So……….
I was googling “James Reyne” the other day in one of my periods of complete boredom, and stumbled upon this website.
In the second installment of my new series of bloody Aussie ledgends I will like to welcome the real “wacko Jacko” here who is Mark Jacko Jackson “oi” “Oi”. Jacko is best remembered in footy circles for running circles around crosse eyed collingwood player Billy Picken spinning him into circles, for giving magnificent Bombers legend and most feared tough man Ronnie Andrews a clip over the cauliflower ears in the gaol square (Ronnie later gave jacko a few straight rights in the boxing ring) and then threw a beer can at Ronnies head but it landed in the crowd. Ronnies son helped his dad out one day during a petrol strike and filled the Holden up with the garden hose.
Jacko did all sorts of crazy things on the field including hand stands and strutting up and down in front of the oppostion cheer squads. Jacko went on to do many Magificent things and kick many magnificent goals for many footy teams and he became a star in the states.
Mark “Jacko” Jackson was best known for his musical talents and a magificent song he realised called “I’m an Individual You can’t fool me”.
Here is Jacko’s song which is just as good as my other bloody Aussie Legend James Reyne and Jackos dance moves that are copied in dance floors still today.
Elvis and JFK (who has been dyed black because the govormentt are good at doing that) are alive but old and live in a nursing home and there is no way they are going to let a bloody undead Mummy wrap his lips around there arse soles and suck there souls out.
Welcome to a new section at My Blog called “Trevors Film Review Good or Shithouse”.
I will make it into a page that can be accessed on the top menu bar options.
The first film review is for “The Boat That Rocked”.
“The Boat That Rocked” is shithouse.
Here is an email conversation I had with Wayne.
Trevor: I could not text you back cause of have no credit so I will get on the email. No I aint seen that movie. Saw The Boat That rocked last night and it was shithouse.
Wayne: ha ha, we watched half an hour of that piece of shit! Generation Kill is a series on Foxtel done by the blokes who did “the wire”.
Trevor: Yeah I and new defacto turned it off after an hour or so. Generation Kill = good?
Wayne: You would fucken love it. Marines in Afgganistan.
As I and other predicted the HGH and steroid fiend Osama Bolt has smashed his own world record and won the 200mt and 800mt at the Word Athletics Race in Nazi Germany (Berlin) with Nathan’ The Furer’ Reece present to present the gold medal.
Snip?
Update. Will Osama Bolt be the fallguy for everyone else so world athletics give the perception that they are stamping down on drug chests?
Update: Why are they talking about gender in the 800mt They should be talking about roids.
Look, call me simple. Call me a philistine. Call me ignorant but you who call me that can all get fucked. Cause I’m bloody right on this one and you know it. Point in note: Actors are wankers.
Mad Max was good as The Road Warrior in the first one. He had good hair in the first Lethal Weapon. Then he directed The Passion of the Christ with a Beret on.
He was just an example.
There is a new thriller movie coming out with John Travolta (as the bad guy)called Taking of Pan Am 123. He is meant to be tough as nails.
Travolt complete with Tatts and handle bar moustache
But let’s be honest here. Are we forgetting this?
So where is my supersticious of disbelief? You want me to pay $15 big ones to try and trick me that Travolta is a tough guy?
Just in case you forgot. This:
Tough Guy??
Or this:
Gayest actor ever
I know that he won’t make me shit bricks and I don’t think you will either.
In this topical issue I am going to blow the lid off the elephant in the room. And that elephant is an invention called Steroids. Today a black man called Osama Bolt from Jamaca ran the 100mt in the fastest time ever recorded on the planet and the time was 9.58 seconds and beating a gay man at the same time.
Now what gets me fired up about this is that Hormone Growth Thereapy and Human ones too are banned and so are Steroids? But how do these athletes get away with you you ask? Money and power of the sport and the turning of blind eyes.
Here is what’s inside the jar of the lid I’m blowing off. 99% of elite level athletes are on performance enhancing drugs. The other %1 are just not normal. If you want to win you must become a ‘normal’ athlete where your country and governing body will assist you in beating the doping tests in all sorts of devious ways and also get protected. I know this because I bought some Steroids from Korea off the Internet.
The Olympic ideal is a fake one. Did anyone discuss what drugs Osama Bolt was on? Did anyone wonder at the effectiveness of this new crop that enabled him to smash another steroid user’s record by the name of Ben Johnson(9.79 secs)? No. Will they? No unless there is a power struggle within the sport and the want to dethrone Osama Bolt.
Do you want to play fair and lose or do dope and win?
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