Showing posts with label pure terror. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pure terror. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

I Dream Of Gina

ANY DAY that begins with an Indian gentleman sticking a camera up your bottom is probably not going to be one of the best. Then the computer came to life, news poured into the Billabong and things took a turn for the better, as opposed to the many turns the camera took to get somewhere just short of a poor Bunyip's adam's apple.


There must be some very nervous stomachs at the Silly and Phage right about now.

Not to worry. The Professor can recommend a good proctologist.

UPDATE:  An invaluable resource for nervous Fairfax types. Better hurry though. Job security will only last until Abbott & Co. take charge.

UPDATE II: A little more here. Not a lot, just a little.