The Aguished Assholedness of Australian Tradies.

[JW Frogen]

What is the deal with Australian tradies? Most are mutants who can not read or speak any known human tongue. Do they have tongues?

The worst are electricians. One would think working around electricity would require some modicum of intelligence but NASA probes have confirmed there is no life in an electrician's brain.

They are so stupid and infuriating it makes one wish Ben Franklin was hit by lighting rather than his kite.

[JW Frogen]

The wrath of Australian electricians is a force of nature, shortly after posting the initial post the power blew out in my house.

I kid you not. Not I kid.

THIS IS REAL!!!!

They may be stupid and illiterate, but they do have magical powers.

[Auzgurl]

I know what you mean Frogen..I had a plumber come to my door to deliver an envelope in person..I opened the door he simply looked at me and silently passed me the envelope....it was rather strange. Now I'm not at all scary and I did smile.

They may be stupid and illiterate, but they do have magical powers.

dangerous combination

[JW Frogen]

I think electricians and electricity are a dangerous combination.

Sort of like barbiturates and fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches were for Elvis.

[AiA in Atlanta]

I think electricians and electricity are a dangerous combination.

Sort of like barbiturates and fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches were for Elvis.

Wasn't that "grilled" not "fried"? And with bacon? No wonder he died on the toilet ...

[JW Frogen]

Wasn't that "grilled" not "fried"? And with bacon? No wonder he died on the toilet ...

Washed down with lashings of bowl after bowl of fried banana pudding.

Then he would say "Pricilla, yall gonna have to ride on top of the King tonight."

[AiA in Atlanta]

I guess it is fitting the King died on the Throne .... maybe he just had too much cheese.

[JW Frogen]

Remember the Elvis postal stamp competition, young Elvis versus Vegas karate suite mountain man?

I always thought they should have a thrid option, dead Elvis.

Just a back shot of him laying on the bathroom floor, his karate jam jams down to his ankles and bottle after bottle of pills stewn on the floor.

Oh, and don't forget the bbq pizza boxes.

[AiA in Atlanta]

Remember the Elvis postal stamp competition, young Elvis versus Vegas karate suite mountain man?


Oh, and don't forget the bbq pizza boxes.

And the pool of vomit.

[JW Frogen]

With fried squirrel tail in the vomit.