The Mating Call of a Wild Beast

April 13, 2010

I can smell something in this town. I’m pretty sure it’s the sewage plant located alarmingly close to the residential areas.

But there’s a small part of me that thinks Morwell is just really close to some old ham. A really, really big chunk of old ham lies far too close to this town, and the townspeople suffer from it. It’s bacterium (“infectosludge”, as legend will have it) worms its way in to the brains of the locals and begins to rot. This leads to several unfortunate side effects, ranging from toothlesness to horrid obesity to the desire to mate with a sock reguarly. But I’m just speculating here.

My cat is lying on my bed wailing. It has been doing this for several hours. I considered calling an ambulance. I don’t think they’d be very happy though.

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4 Responses to “The Mating Call of a Wild Beast”

  1. Nighthawkindustries said

    Call yourself the queen of morwell???????

    everyone knows it’s the smell of sulphur off the APM coming over chook hill and the transfer station out the back of maryvale private sheesh I lived there 4 years and even I know that smell.

    or your getting the one that is off the Briquete plant with is sort of like sewage mixed with coal

    tl;dr fuck the valley

  2. Think you may have missed the point, Tony.

  3. PS I don’t really think there’s old ham near morwell. Just FYI.

  4. Nighthawkindustries said

    No I’m pretty sure I got the point: morwell is a shit town, you hate morwell, so do I.

    We should breed an army of the unholy and take over luxemburg

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