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As far as split brain poms not mucking around with bad mannered neighbours goes... I'd love you to watch this

 
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Watched a doco about a patient who had the surgical procedure for epilepsy, lived a fairly normal life and won money challenging the patrons of his local pub to draw a circle with one hand and a square with the other. :)
Was the guy knocking on the doors in Bribies original post talking about split brains because I never understood a single word he said.
 
Don't they sell tyre nails anymore?

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Perverts outed??? WHY?? We never hurt anyone!

Ha, none of the Australian mealy mouthed milk-toast politically correct drivel from the media,

Back in me old patch:

They tell it like it is.

Note also in the side stories, perverts are also outed in the media.

Anyone requiring a translation into Australian please PM me for a transcript :p

Dave70 said:
'amateur nudist' James Penlidis
I'd say a man whos name makes the anagram[SIZE=14.592px] '***** lid' should consider turning pro. [/SIZE]
***** dil(l)

Bribie G said:
My favourite from Bribie G is "gibber I"

gibber
gibber
gibber.....
Was a guy who lived up the street from me. and his Dad called him Gibby Cuphead, I assume referring to his stutter and his bad haircut. What a nice bloke, who died in pain, from cancer.
 
Escapees in pyjamas from the Newcastle hospital that has a wing for the victims of lunatics' broth (Newcastle Brown), or is that old rumour long dead?
 
The Newcastle Broon ward was always an urban myth.

However I have myself witnessed the escape of patients from the Royal Victoria Infirmary which is just off the CBD. When I was 18 I had to go to the ED with some grit in my eye picked up in a windstorm (common in the UK) and afterwards my mates and I headed into the nearby pub which I am delighted to see is still there and serving craft beer nowadays.

The bar was full of elderly gentlemen in pyjamas and dressing gowns, with an assortment of legs in plaster, crutches etc, all downing as many pints, and smoking as many Woodbines as possible before the hospital orderlies raided the place and took them back to their wards. :D

Barmaid said they used to have a "cockatoo" at the front door which has a direct line of sight to the front of the RVI, and the guys would rush (or hobble) out into the back yard and hide in the toilets but the hospital staff were onto it, and raided the back first.

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A Newcastle pub was the site of my first misunderstanding of English English, after arriving from Scotland, where I had only a faint idea what anyone was saying. I was prepared when a Geordie lass called me "love," but then she said, "Knock me up in the morning." Whilst it was reassuring to find out that No ***, Please, We're British, was only the name of a movie (of that day), I wasn't ready for parenthood. We did eventually straighten out our communications.
 
Just as well you didn't say "it's frosty outside, watch you don't fall on your fanny".
 
According to the fat guy in the office (original not remake): ' remember, in america, fanny means your bum......




......not your minge'.
 
My son told me yesterday he wants to get a 'fanny pack' for when he's out on his scooter at the skate park.
I told him he could have a bum bag, or a waist pack, nothing else, and he could move to 'merica next week if he keeps carrying on like that.
 
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