Esoteric Australian political humour: Stoner Sloth vs Tony Abbot

Esoteric Australian political humour: Stoner Sloth vs Tony Abbot

Here’s the joke: Stoner Sloth is a disastrous, tin-eared anti-marijuana ad campaign from the New So…
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Sideswipe: Dec 22: Corporate sense of humour

Paul Cosbrook, of Pukekohe, writes: “On Saturday about 5pm there was a driver who managed to get build-up behind him for most of the journey heading to Clevedon. Enter uncontrolled frustration, thanks again. A Black BMW vented his anger by passing. We were 3km from Clevedon on the longest straight and the BMW passed two cars, four motorcycles and finally the Safari and boat. Conservative estimate of speed 180km/h-plus. Both drivers put others at risk but more so the nasty speedster because two motorcycles had to abort their passing manoeuvre. With tricks like this how are we to survive the holiday period?” “My new erotic novel “Love in the time of autocorrect” will be out soon,” tweets @TechnicallyRon. “Here is a sample… “He moved his hams up her legs, her volcano quid ditched in anticipation. He moved his lisp towards her. They kissed, it was a hard kiss, their tongs roamed like two sneakers in a hedge. “Are you READYSETGO?” he asked. “Yemen,” she replied. He took off his shirley temple, she removed her tory logo. Her maleficent breads exposed, he looked stunned as she moved house. Their bodies moved as onesies, sweets poured from everywhere.” ? “I spend the year living my dull, ordinary, uneventful life,” writes Malcolm Bell, of Forrest Hill. “No particular achievements. No great milestones. I scrape by from pension day to pension day and the highlight of the year is a broken tooth and worry about the cost of getting it fixed. Then they arrive. The Christmas letters tucked inside the cards from friends and relatives. A series of family success stories. Academic achievement, qualifications, awards, scholarships, promotions, new jobs, bonuses, new houses, holiday homes, dishwashers, heat pumps, new cars, overseas holidays, cruise liners sailed, mountains climbed, tracks tramped. Success! Achievement! Advancement! Oh, and by the way, have a Merry Christmas – loser! Next year I’m going to write my own Christmas letter. It will record my knighthood and my Nobel Prize; my $1 million Lotto win and my doctorate from Harvard in Bovine Excreta Dissemination.” Got a Sideswipe? Send your pictures, links and anecdotes to Ana at ana.samways@nzherald.co.nz By and large our readers’ comments are respectful and courteous. We’re sure you’ll fit in well. View commenting guidelines. Thank you for sharing your views. Your comment has been received, you need to verify your registration before the comment can be moderated Please check your inbox and click the verification link to complete the registration. Once you login, you can post further comments and view comments made in your profile. There may be a delay before it appears on the site due to high volumes and comment moderation on some articles; however we endeavour to post all your views, within reason, so please check back later In a Far North town Ngapuhi Christmas elves have been making a list and checking it twice… At the age of 44, Errol Chrystal had had almost 20 years on nephew Kalin and fellow shearer… The Bay has launched an international campaign to attract skilled migrants on the back… This salad also works well using watermelon as the only fruit. It was last summer’s go-to…
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