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Today is Wednesday. Some of you folks are probably under the influence of something you shouldn't be drinking, smoking, or inserting rectally. OUCH! So, I thought I'd create this thread to inform you of what day it is. This is my good deed for the day.
Ahhh, wouldn't that pelting be going on during the 'weekend' starkers?
Or would the couple of days left after delting Monday to Friday be still called the 'week'? 
Not Thursday here yet but I hear it'll be happening very soon. When Thursday gets here will it be the day after or the day before?
Now that is an inspiration. We could outsource Monday through Friday to Asia wherever!
That way the boss would call one at home looking to find out why he wasn't at work and end up with an earful of (insert dialect here)
and become hopelessly befuddled.
Bloody inspiration. 
I've been trying to get a bill passed thru Oz parliament that outsources our politicians to Taiwan, where they beat the living crap out of each other, but none of the gutless bastards 'll introduce it.
Oh well, back to the drawing board.... cos I'm determined to get rid of 'em.
Maybe an attack on compulsory voting... that 'd ensure none of 'em got in, cos nobody 'd bother.
Or they could all vote on Friday now that it is outsourced for the least likely candidate to do anything of note. this way their vote doesn't change anything at all because whether it is for the least likely or most likely the end result will be the same. Zilch!
In that case, then, I propose we have a world wide referrendum to deem all political figures illegal... that any politician practicing political business (they're always practicing because they NEVER got it right) be shot on sight with a blunderbuss filled with an assortment of putrid foodstuffs that a pig wouldn't eat if it were starving.
And when you consider politicians always have their mouths open (cos they never stop lying), they're gonna cop quite a mouthful, aren't they.
Friday.......Finished work............The Weekend starts here......... 
I hope that wasn't an upchuck... or worse, a fumpy lart. 
It was a fupchuck umpy dart that is makin' it's way across to Oz so's it can land in your cabbage patch and ferment your cabbages faster than your barks can ass-imilate them.
Nothing, and I mean NOTHING assimilates/ferments cabbage faster than my barks.... not ever Mick the Master Farter with his, double callibrated, turbo charged, fuel injected arse.
You're forgetting about The Grand Master of Fartdom Oozi Drippum. His barks could peel the paint off the Voyager probes at half a light year. Too bad the last one 'back'fired and blew him all to mush.
Tomorrow never comes because by the time it does its already today.
Well today is Sunday where I be at. It's supposed to be a day of rest... so I'm gonna do the same as I did yesterday.
NOTHING!!!!!
And what will I do tomorrow???
Same as yesterday... which is what it'll be by the time I get there. 
Still Saturday here. 8:05 p.m. EST. Going to look at the inside of my eyelids in two hours. Maybe even get some shuteye. Lots of weird folks walking around in strange garb. You'd think it was Halloween or something.
Or some odd bods really have escaped the graveyard. 
Just pull the covers over your head, you'll be alright.
On Tuesday, it will be yesterday.
Until then, I've canceled it due to lack of interest.
Hope everybody is alright with that.
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