Gidday Billylids. I would’ve written sooner, but the weathers’ been bull dust and I’ve been busy trying to make a quid. It seems that it’s been dryer than a dead dingo’s donger here and to say the weather has been bodgy would be a dinkum furphy.
I feel stuffed ya’ll. I can’t shake the wrinkles out of my strides and learning this strine makes me feel like a whacker. I don’t mean to whinge, and don’t get me wrong, the beaches are ace, but I miss the wog white pointers. I’ve learned there’s just no clayton.
On the bright side, I’ve made many new cobbers. Most of whom are cockroaches, but I have yet to leave the state. And you’d be surprised by the sheilas. Met quite a few that would give you a crack of fat. Though I can’t remember any of their names.
Yes, I’m back of bourke, but I’m as busy as a cat burying shit. Also, it doesn’t help when you’re out hittin’ the piss every night. But thus far, Sydney has been a Rip Snorter. Just you wait ‘til I tell you about the Sandgroper I met. Stands out like a shag on a rock that she be diggin’ this spunk seppo.
I feel stuffed ya’ll. I can’t shake the wrinkles out of my strides and learning this strine makes me feel like a whacker. I don’t mean to whinge, and don’t get me wrong, the beaches are ace, but I miss the wog white pointers. I’ve learned there’s just no clayton.
On the bright side, I’ve made many new cobbers. Most of whom are cockroaches, but I have yet to leave the state. And you’d be surprised by the sheilas. Met quite a few that would give you a crack of fat. Though I can’t remember any of their names.
Yes, I’m back of bourke, but I’m as busy as a cat burying shit. Also, it doesn’t help when you’re out hittin’ the piss every night. But thus far, Sydney has been a Rip Snorter. Just you wait ‘til I tell you about the Sandgroper I met. Stands out like a shag on a rock that she be diggin’ this spunk seppo.
