Satan has announced plans to shift Hell’s HQ to Sydney, saying conditions there are more favourable.
“Our vision has always been to create a place where people can come to feel uncomfortable, so Sydney is perfect,” Satan told journalists today.
“One of the things that’s always bothered me about the current location is that it’s virtually possible to breathe. Our residents won’t have that problem in Sydney”. He said the current Hell headquarters and Sydney had a lot in common. “On the one hand you have this dystopian shitshow of smoke, fire and anguish, and then you have Hell which is very similar, although the rent is a little more affordable”.
Satan said there were other benefits of moving the headquarters to Sydney. “It’s difficult to get around, which I love. And we’ll be just a stone’s throw from Hillsong Church, which is where we source a lot of our residents”.
This album has been released in recent weeks, his musical style is Indie and Folk rock with a fair dose of R&B. Michael is 32 and from London, the son of Ugandan parents who escaped the Idi Amin regime. He lists influences from Jimi Hendrix, Bill Withers, Otis Redding, Jack Johnson, Pops Staples, The Band, Joni Mitchell, Bob Dylan, Eric Dibb, Tommy Sims, Wham!, Richie Havens and Funkadelic, what’s not to like about that, list. Enjoy this, I did.
The front line lady WITHOUT the cane at the start …. is 96, yo !
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OK, well, I have to admit that I personally cannot stand rap music – I hesitate to call it music at all – especially that misogynist shit, but this hip hop clip inspired me to look and listen to rap from a senior perspective.
It strikes me that the kind of rap coming out of black ghettos in the so called United States is every kind of bad. But I thought, maybe if the topic was not so much violence against gangsta hoes but a topic closer to senior sensibilities, we could be onto some kin d of connection that might drag the fans of Ray Coniff Orchestra and Geoff Harvey’s Big Band (the late great Geoff Harvey … or was it Jeff ?) into the 21st century.
So, for your pleasure, ladies and gentlemen, I give you Cultivation-Rap.
C-Rap for Gardeners. (language warning).
I hate them fuckin aphids Fuckin aphids, fuck eh, Me an my crew gunna fuckin squash dem to a pulp Fucken aphids, fucken aphids yo
An dem dirty fucken snails is de worstest fucken bugs We’s gunna salt dair fucken arses An squash dair fucken mugs.
We gunna shovel on some cow shit Ta make de roses grow but mainly coz it pisses off
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With unprecedented fires burning across the country, the Prime Minister running away, hiding and unwilling to talk about climate change I thought it appropriate to revisit this list from May of 2014.
The Pig’s Arms sends our heartfelt wishes for the welfare of everyone harmed by the present environmental disaster. Let it rain, brothers and sisters, let it rain.
Big ? Yes, Foodge. Big, You know a bit about women’s health, don’t you ? A bit, yes, Foodge. What’s troubling you ?
It’s about Granny. What is it about Granny, Foodge ? Well, she’s not herself. In fact she’s, um, er, quite a lot crankier than she usually is.
Really ? Yes, and she, um, er, is a bit, you know, demanding – in an um , er, you know, wink wink kind of way. Just saying.
Go on. Well, she went on some kind of HRT thing and I’m a bit worried that something’s not quite right.
So how did that come about, Foodge ?
Well, she went to see her women’s business doctor and he gave her a bunch of hormone pills. And as I was saying, Big, she’s not been herself – but she does seem to be turning into some bloke she met at … you remember when Merv had that mixed marital arts competition in the tent in the carpark… it was after that. And he said that he could get her the hormone pills a lot cheaper than from the Cook’s River Compounding Pharmacy.
” I see” said Big. “And is she working out ?” Yes, I think so, I don’t reckon she’s got this way by eating wedges and tidying up the Farrowing Crate Merlot leftovers.