Restaurant's Resident Creeper Finds Self-Esteem in Deep-Fried Plate of Goo

Bromance Weekly

Pile of Elderly Patients Yet Again Trapped Under Crochet Rug

Time-out Teaching Children Self Defence and Not Much Else

BOOGIEMAN CENTRAL-- New studies reveal that Australian children sent to their room to "think about what they've done", learnt self defence in a fun, interactive way... but not much else.


DOCS worker Anne Cummings initiated the study after discovering the bruises commonly mistaken for child abuse were in fact the result of full body combat with various bedroom terrors. 


Timmy, aged 6, said "I just kept hitting the Boogie Man with my Fisher and Paykel phone till he crawled back under my bed", adding "can you please buy me something scarier then these dinosaur pyjamas...I'd really like to catch some quality Z's".


DOCS suggested parents should compare children to other siblings as an alternative form of punishment. 




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Ostrich Seriously Sick of Sticking Own Head in Sand

That's it. If I ever find the bogan that started this trend, I'm going to fly-kick him in the trachea. I don't even know why I do it anymore. Every time I slot my noggin beneath the earth's filth-ridden crust, I hope to God something new and interesting will materialise. Here, let me just...nup, see, just the same old fucking beige, fragmented silica. Have you ever voluntarily dumped a bucket-load of gritty sand in your eyeballs? If I had hands, I'd probably just scrape it out and get over it...or cut myself and call it a night. The point is, if you're responsible for this monstrosity... you now know what I look like. Let's fight motherfucker. I'll be beside this body of water. Waiting.  

Retro Word of the Day

Jerk: (n.) A foolish, rude, or contemptible person.


"I cannot believe you spat on my toothbrush, you fucking jerk".

Frostbite Got You Down?

Warm up this winter with these five toasty tips

1. Heat rises. Strap yourself to the ceiling with some 3M™ Repulpable Heavy Duty Double Coated Tape and enjoy a good night's sleep.


2. Pull up a stool and make friends with your toaster. If the radiating heat doesn't suffice... stick a metal object inside for some quality 'time-out'.


3. Stop shaving and grow a dense coat of fur. 


4. For fun the whole family can enjoy, get creative and ask an art teacher about constructing a model volcano. 


5. Men are always warm. Chanel your inner trollop and throw yourself at anything with a penis. 




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The Psychic

A short story

I visited a psychic this one time. She assured me I would fall deeply in love with an albino moon tanner from The Netherlands and we'd bare a tribe of drooling mini me' s. She also said he'd be incredibly destitute and totally intimated by my ambition... but not to worry 'cause my priorities will change and I'll be more than down to shack up in his corrugated box of unwavering love. We'd probably just lick each other clean or something... and listen in to the conversations of passers by, for entertainment.

Naturally, I've taken on her prediction as infallible and have adjusted my selection criteria accordingly.

Shit Kicker's Dying Wish To Kick More Shit

Katie Garner, daughter of Brian and Mary Garner, died in her home on Iandra Street, Concord, NSW, Thursday morning, May 26. The deceased leaves behind absolutely no one to mourn her untimely death. 

An inside source reported "Katie requested a photocopy machine be set up at the foot of her bed so that she could continue to perform her subordinate tasks whilst we flicked through our many leather-bound books, and remained looking terribly important". 

Katie's funeral service will be held at St Ambrose Church at 2 o'clock Saturday afternoon.   

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The Cat

A fucking short story


Once upon a time there was a cat who was locked indoors all day. My sister was like "Bobbeeeeey, come here and watch this scary movie with me", but the cat was like "OMG, that shit is lame". So my sister pulled rank and made him. At first the cat just sat there, psychotically staring into the distance, wide eyed and hissing... till my sister screamed "Seriously Bobby, shut the fuck up, what's wrong with you"? So I wasn't particularly surprised when the cat flipped out and called upon his ghost friends to teach her a lesson. Just then a family of floating white sheets came down the stairs, making eerie 'woooooooooooooooooooooooo' sounds. Then they just stood there and hovered all ghost-like. But it was a fucking short story, with barely an ending, so that was it.