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    Life on the track

    I took a detour through a remote country town called Taree. It was like the wild west. 2 miles of deserted motels on the dual carriageway into town. Got into town on sunday night... Dead... Tumbleweed dead. Went into the supermarket ... Dead except for checkout staff: tattooed emo freaks with bad skin. Red neck town. Like going back 20 years to bad parts of the UK. Kicking myself-Why the hell did I pick Taree to break up my journey?!

    So, what to do for the evening? I took myself off for an Indian. Two other people in the restaurant. Terrible decor, bad food.

    So I set off back to my motel. Swung by the petrol station to buy some chocolate. Picked up a local paper. Straight to the classifieds. Bingo-a local brothel on an industrial estate! Got $500 bucks out of the ATM and called a taxi. 20 minutes later I've had a fat line, a beer and I'm sitting in a hot tub with a couple of Asian chicks.

    That's how I'm livin'

    #2
    Originally posted by aussielong View Post
    I took a detour through a remote country town called Taree. It was like the wild west. 2 miles of deserted motels on the dual carriageway into town. Got into town on sunday night... Dead... Tumbleweed dead. Went into the supermarket ... Dead except for checkout staff: tattooed emo freaks with bad skin. Red neck town. Like going back 20 years to bad parts of the UK. Kicking myself-Why the hell did I pick Taree to break up my journey?!

    So, what to do for the evening? I took myself off for an Indian. Two other people in the restaurant. Terrible decor, bad food.

    So I set off back to my motel. Swung by the petrol station to buy some chocolate. Picked up a local paper. Straight to the classifieds. Bingo-a local brothel on an industrial estate! Got $500 bucks out of the ATM and called a taxi. 20 minutes later I've had a fat line, a beer and I'm sitting in a hot tub with a couple of Asian chicks.

    That's how I'm livin'
    You mean paying people to be your friends while taking mind altering chemicals to alleviate the boredom of your hum drum life?

    Rock on mate!
    Originally posted by Stevie Wonder Boy
    I can't see any way to do it can you please advise?

    I want my account deleted and all of my information removed, I want to invoke my right to be forgotten.

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      #3
      Originally posted by aussielong View Post
      So I set off back to my motel. Swung by the petrol station to buy some chocolate. Picked up a local paper. Straight to the classifieds. Bingo-a local brothel on an industrial estate! Got $500 bucks out of the ATM and called a taxi. 20 minutes later I've had a fat line, a beer and I'm sitting in a hot tub with a couple of Asian chicks.

      That's how I'm livin'
      I feel sorry for you. Seriously.
      ...my quagmire of greed....my cesspit of laziness and unfairness....all I am doing is sticking two fingers up at nurses, doctors and other hard working employed professionals...

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        #4
        It got worse. We got raided by a bike gang. They came in and robbed everyone. I was left outside on the street naked with a viagra boner that wasn't going anywhere.

        What I did next I am not proud of.

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          #5
          ...

          Originally posted by aussielong View Post
          I took a detour through a remote country town called Taree. It was like the wild west. 2 miles of deserted motels on the dual carriageway into town. Got into town on sunday night... Dead... Tumbleweed dead. Went into the supermarket ... Dead except for checkout staff: tattooed emo freaks with bad skin. Red neck town. Like going back 20 years to bad parts of the UK. Kicking myself-Why the hell did I pick Taree to break up my journey?!

          So, what to do for the evening? I took myself off for an Indian. Two other people in the restaurant. Terrible decor, bad food.

          So I set off back to my motel. Swung by the petrol station to buy some chocolate. Picked up a local paper. Straight to the classifieds. Bingo-a local brothel on an industrial estate! Got $500 bucks out of the ATM and called a taxi. 20 minutes later I've had a fat line, a beer and I'm sitting in a hot tub with a couple of Asian chicks.

          That's how I'm livin'
          I stopped at the word tumbleweed ...

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            #6
            Originally posted by aussielong View Post
            It got worse. We got raided by a bike gang. They came in and robbed everyone. I was left outside on the street naked with a viagra boner that wasn't going anywhere.

            What I did next I am not proud of.
            Did they kill you? Thats a shame, clearly they didn't spend any time with you.
            merely at clientco for the entertainment

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              #7
              Originally posted by aussielong View Post
              It got worse. We got raided by a bike gang. They came in and robbed everyone. I was left outside on the street naked with a viagra boner that wasn't going anywhere.

              What I did next I am not proud of.
              Let us not forget EU open doors immigration benefits IT contractors more than anyone

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                #8
                Originally posted by SimonMac View Post
                You mean paying people to be your friends while taking mind altering chemicals to alleviate the boredom of your hum drum life?

                Rock on mate!
                To be fair to Aussieloser, some of those little tulipholes in the middle of nowhere are unbearable without mind-altering drugs. I stopped off at a service station crossing the Nullabor and my friend kept nudging me as we were being served. It was only as I was turning to leave that I noticed she was trying to point my attention to the dozen or so criss-cross scars on each arm of the girl serving us. Made me think about what it would be like to live somewhere like that.

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                  #9
                  He does have some stories to tell doesn't he?
                  "I can put any old tat in my sig, put quotes around it and attribute to someone of whom I've heard, to make it sound true."
                  - Voltaire/Benjamin Franklin/Anne Frank...

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                    #10
                    It takes bravery to tell a bunch of guys you have to use Viagra to get it up for a hooker.
                    Originally posted by MaryPoppins
                    I'd still not breastfeed a nazi
                    Originally posted by vetran
                    Urine is quite nourishing

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