An Ode to the Greater (Greatest) West
August 10th 2006 07:17
Sydney, at best, is a shit hole, but so is everywhere else. There seems to be a lot of snobbery directed from the inner quarters of Sydney out to it’s west… a sort of elitist mentality. The west is Sydney’s last frontier, like the old west of America; the law doesn’t have much to say and outlaws roam wherever they please. This automatically makes me tougher than anyone from anywhere else in Sydney, even though I am quite weak back in Penrith. I can walk up to a group of north shore dickheads and I automatically know I am better than them because of this. Someone from Penrith who's into star trek is even tougher than the toughest normal person from the north shore.
We have a pond outside the gym in Penrith… there are big tough geese that live there. I go down and hang out with them, and we do heaps of westie things. We go to the pub, and drink beer out of schooner glasses (none of this midi shit). We eat real food - big giant chicken schnitzels, dripping with meaty juiciness. No bloody salads either. The geese love eating the chicken. We grow our hair long at the back and short at the front, mullet-style, and we go down to the T.A.B. to make a bit of extra so we can shout the kids some Maccas on a Friday night. We hang out at centrelink and make scenes when the dole queue is too long, because we’re tough and we know we can get away with it. Sometimes we just go to the RSL and play the pokies all day long.
I like to wear stubbies and thongs. Inner Sydney wimps scoff at this because they think they have ‘fashion sense’. Well, let me tell them – fashion means shit in the west. You think our wives have big fringes because it’s cool? Of course they bloody don’t, they do it because they’re tough and know that no one will make fun of them no matter what they do or wear. Leotards, flannelette t-shirts… it’s all just to let you know that we’re the best.
If I wanna have a beer I’ll have a fucking beer. I’ll get myself a VB long neck in a paper bag, and drink it on the bus EVEN THOUGH THERE’S A SIGN THAT TELLS ME NOT TO. If I wanna take a piss sometimes I won’t even go inside, I’ll just wizz into the garden. Pockets are for fags too, I keep my durries in the sleeve of my t-shirt! And a spare to put behind me ear! I call people ‘dickhead’ and ‘cunt’, even my friends! I’M TOUGH. I MAKE PIG NOISES WHENEVER I SEE POLICE CARS AND MAKE CLEVER REMARKS ABOUT BACON AND HAM! I DRIVE EVEN THOUGH I DON’T HAVE A LICENCE, AND IF THE MISSUS TALKS BACK I’LL SLAP HER AND TELL HER TO GET BACK IN THE KITCHEN. SHE MIGHT BE TOUGH, BUT SHE’S NOT AS TOUGH AS ME! AHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! WESTIE PRIDE 4 EVA CUNTS! SOMETIMES I DON’T EVER WEAR SHOES! HOW’S THAT FOR FUCKING TOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!! RARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
We have a pond outside the gym in Penrith… there are big tough geese that live there. I go down and hang out with them, and we do heaps of westie things. We go to the pub, and drink beer out of schooner glasses (none of this midi shit). We eat real food - big giant chicken schnitzels, dripping with meaty juiciness. No bloody salads either. The geese love eating the chicken. We grow our hair long at the back and short at the front, mullet-style, and we go down to the T.A.B. to make a bit of extra so we can shout the kids some Maccas on a Friday night. We hang out at centrelink and make scenes when the dole queue is too long, because we’re tough and we know we can get away with it. Sometimes we just go to the RSL and play the pokies all day long.
I like to wear stubbies and thongs. Inner Sydney wimps scoff at this because they think they have ‘fashion sense’. Well, let me tell them – fashion means shit in the west. You think our wives have big fringes because it’s cool? Of course they bloody don’t, they do it because they’re tough and know that no one will make fun of them no matter what they do or wear. Leotards, flannelette t-shirts… it’s all just to let you know that we’re the best.
If I wanna have a beer I’ll have a fucking beer. I’ll get myself a VB long neck in a paper bag, and drink it on the bus EVEN THOUGH THERE’S A SIGN THAT TELLS ME NOT TO. If I wanna take a piss sometimes I won’t even go inside, I’ll just wizz into the garden. Pockets are for fags too, I keep my durries in the sleeve of my t-shirt! And a spare to put behind me ear! I call people ‘dickhead’ and ‘cunt’, even my friends! I’M TOUGH. I MAKE PIG NOISES WHENEVER I SEE POLICE CARS AND MAKE CLEVER REMARKS ABOUT BACON AND HAM! I DRIVE EVEN THOUGH I DON’T HAVE A LICENCE, AND IF THE MISSUS TALKS BACK I’LL SLAP HER AND TELL HER TO GET BACK IN THE KITCHEN. SHE MIGHT BE TOUGH, BUT SHE’S NOT AS TOUGH AS ME! AHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! WESTIE PRIDE 4 EVA CUNTS! SOMETIMES I DON’T EVER WEAR SHOES! HOW’S THAT FOR FUCKING TOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!! RARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
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