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She sure has a 'big' black box from what I hear. |
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Big Sophie would know all about the Big Banana. |
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Landeryou - you are a freak. Get a life wierdo. |
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My dear Fatty, how tired I have been, after making the silly mistake of rising nice and early on Sunday to listen to your marvelous voice on the wireless, waiting for my phone call as a special guest and friend of the host, one Fatty Doyle, whereupon we would thrill the audience with tales of my practice at the human rights bar, and calling up Rivers and asking him to do numbers, and so on and so forth, but alas, all I found was Dennis Walter and Russell Gilbert polluting the airwaves, and then I wish I still had that looseleaf service on Noise Law from the local library that had been discontinued only in 1984, which as you will recall my dear Fatty, was the year I presided over the Young Liberal establishment, and it was a time when to be liberal and young and to be committed to human rights was to cast your vote for the "Lithuanian Lightning Rod", Mr McPerton, articled clerk and future member of the legislative chamber. So after being awake at such a rude hour, I retired to bed (yes my Dear Fatty, Jane has let me back into the matrimonial bed, given that she has gone to Daylesford for a few days), and I wont lie to you and say I didn't have one or two impure thoughts about Fifi and Fatty Staley, and giving the latter a tree-change if ever she had seen one, but then I finally decided to head into the real world and fight for human rights and justice and Katz and the apprentice chef from the Flowerdrum who you will recall is Chinese (so who better to take his cause than McPerton, management consultant, company director, barrister of human rights, former humanitarian small-l liberal legislative upholder of the Menzies legacy, Diplomat of Chinese Law and former Patriarch of Doncaster Shopping Town, Esq.) when I discovered that the latest news around town was who would be the next Governor General, a most despicable role given my proven republican sympathies (unless of course the jeweled Crown is atop my deserving cranium), but nonetheless, there was all this ridiculous talk of Beazley assuming the role of ruler of our fair land, because apparently a waffling Fatty is what the public now want, and then it hit me, if a waffling Fatty is what they want, then a waffling Fatty is what they shall get, and who better to do this for them, who has the common touch, who has the experience, who has the Nous, but you my dear friend, the one and only Fatty. Forget Fatty Beazley. What this country needs is a better Fatty. And that better fatty is you, Fatty Doyle! |
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