That’s it! It’s last drinks at Funky Town. Once 2012 rolls around we’re all plowing the fields with Elvis. Hurry up, we’ve only got three years to get organised for once. To drink the small amount of coffeeavailable in East Brunswick. To eat Bertie Beetles. To feel, to be quite honest, a little bit grinchy about Michael Cera.
Don’t look at me like that, boulder.I don’t know when New Zealand opens!I didn’t erase your Vivian Girls interview!Horowitz didn’t tell me either.I didn’t fail law school for shoes.I’m not even a little bit too tan.Whimsy and effort?
Aaaaargggh!What?What?!What?AAAAAAARGH!The most evil film ever made!Chloe Sevigny!There’s no tofu!The internet!I am unemployed!Richey from the Manic Street Preachers!
Spring is here! Our boss’s dogs are horny! They’re peeing on stuff and drinking coffee out of the bin! We love you all. That stuff we said about you, it doesn’t matter now. What’s past is past. We’re planning you
Why is it that when we go into the country, folk are always giving us the stink-eye? Like they’ve never seen external shoulderpads! Like they’ve never had solid jams pumped at them from a fruity amplifier necklace! Like they think
Like a dead rat floating in your Hollywood pool, like an awesome magazine named after a particularly heavy piece of poo, like a little piece of Japan in Abbotsford, life can be strangely uplifting even when it’s getting you down.
BLAM! This week’s issue comes at you straight from the sheltered workshop! We can’t surf. We knownothing of the history of China, we need the internet to tell us how to make a paperbag puppet. Feel free to phone
Last month we wrote a funny letter. It said “Dear Mr Cave, we are having a party at our house, will you play at it we can give you $40. Bring ur friends.” It was a joke! But then Lala
Okay press the button. Got special powers? We do. We traded them for our dignity on Little Bourke Street last Friday. And now we’ve stopped going to the gym. And we’re hanging out at the wrong end of
Have you ever been so excited that you could just spew? Gross. Listen, get it together. Who cares that you can get a custom Voltron toy made for fewer than 4 pineapples? Who cares that you can easily hire a
