
Poodle loses face in shadow cabinet reshuffle
Warrigal gives Pyne a pounding….
Well, it was red faces all around in the shadow cabinet pack this weekend as the alternative government’s latest parliamentary tactic unravelled. Sources close to the Opposition Leader revealed that his desire to “find out how Kevin does it” had been mistranslated by the shadow cabinet into a plot to infiltrate the Rudd household by insinuating another dog therein.
The plan apparently was for the member for rolling over and having his tummy rubbed to bound up to Kevin and …. roll over and invite Kevin to rub his tummy …. and then follow him home. All went well until the Rudd’s cat Jasper took exception to an additional canine in the fold. Jasper was quoted as saying ” No more f*cking mutts under my roof, Dad”. Which suggests that the Prime Minister still needs to be more particular about his choice of words in front of the pets.
As the poodle bounded across the lodge linoleum, Jasper sunk his claws into its trailing bits, resulting in a sudden loss of face….. and another sudden loss of face…. and a third loss of face with the Opposition leader denying all knowledge of the plot and mumbling something about Godwin Gretsch. Dissenting witnesses insisted that the Opposition leader was in fact complaining about testicular discomfort.
Poodle breeders were aghast and accused the member for rolling over and having his tummy rubbed of lowering standards. This point was echoed by the Opposition whip who rolled up a newspaper, smote the member for rolling over and having his tummy rubbed on the muzzle and told him that if he ever made another poodle in the shadow cabinet, it would be off to the vets for the big sleep.
Dogged Neocon numbers men are reportedly circling and sniffing arses in search of a new leader for their pack.
Oh I forgot! As I was flicking through the web news, I came across an item about the permanently disconsolate Paul Keating, calling Pope Rudd names for employing Peter Costello.
And then..Oh bother I am thinking of porridge now…God that was funny.
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If Mal gets in to be our leader, he might give Paul Keating a job somewhere…Australia is going to be one big happy family…
On second thoughts I don’t think such two big egos like Mal and Paul, can agree on anything…
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I’d like to make a comment here, as I know that you (fellow) Aussies take politics seriously. And I never have.
So I started looked up Pyne- as I had forgotten what his portfolio was.
And then I heard a noise from the television room, which sounded like Ronnie Barker.
Well it wasn’t him, it was someone else, with a similar sounding voice.
Anyway I started thinking about the two Ronnies.
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Julian, the UK”s ‘Two Ronnies’ are much funnier than our ‘Abott and Costello’…
Especially Ronnie Barker… one of the funniest men on the planet!
🙂
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English comedy used to be so good, nothing much is funny these days; everything has to have a message, nothing is just innocently and sweetly and harmlessly funny…
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Just think he’s considered to be one of their rising stars. Could you imagine he and the the volumtuous windbag Joe running the country Come to think of it Joe’s a nodding dog himself.
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Only one word to describe this lot: disturbing!
😉
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It looks like Pyne is enjoying the tummy rubbing, tickling or the ear licking, he’s in heaven…
How disappointing to hear that the Lodge has lino on the floors; did Jeannette like the clean, sterilized look; we cant let any foreign dignitaries in before replacing it with marble, Italian tiles or with solid Aussie grown Blackbutt flooring, some beautiful Persian carpets thrown in for warmth and colour.
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H, I’m not taking YOU shopping with me, that’s for sure! I suppose you’d insist the marble came from Mount Pentelikos, or, even better, from Paros whose marble was used by the sculptor of Aphrodite de Milo!
Let the lino roll! Much easier on the credit card!
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Oh, and I forgot to add that you’re doing dreadful things to your great, great, great… grandmother’s reputation, you know! Cicero’s mum, says Cicero’s brother Quintus, was a thrifty housewife. Poor old Helvia will be turning in her grave listening to you talking of marbles and Persian carpets!
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What a bummer, I was going to ask you which marble to choose, the one from Mount Pentelikos or the fine stuff from Paros…
Pleased to see that you are still listening to the Bella Slavas. One of Mike’s earlier pieces on UL was called Stairway to Heaven (I hope I’m right here), and I remember writing that I want Kalinka played at my funeral… 🙂
PS. I’m now going to check that story of Mike’s on Unleashed…
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Mike’s article wasn’t there anymore. I googled and found out that it was called: Knockin on Heaven’s Door. A good story.
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Hi H.
Yes, I noticed that the Unleashed Archive is incomplete – but when I did the update on “Bosses are Bastards”, some came back – for a while at least.
With the Pig’s patrons indulgence, I might load them up to a PA archive just in case.
Of course, Gez would be welcome too.
Thanks for going back and reading one of the old pieces, but I’d like it more if you wrote your own pieces for us.
Regards, Your kind editor,
Emm
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Yes, why not…the latecomers to UL have missed a lot fun, I loved the ‘konfuusing’ story…just leave the replies in the ABC archives 🙂
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Help! I think I am morphing. Into a Warrigal Digital Mischief groupie.
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He’s a clever one that Lodge Master!
Employs all the old staff of the Lodge and leaves his mates out. I’m eagerly waiting for the first chunk to be ripped out of his bum when one of those staffers turn around.
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