Hello, I'm Bob Hunter.
Although you all know who I really am now.
I want to say sorry, not just to the Aborigines, but to all those who came across me. It was a lot to swallow, but I tried.
As I lie here in the asylum (the nice nurse has just readjusted my jacket and changed my soiled sheets) I feel so thankful for my only visitor this year. He was a nice priest. It's a shame he had to leave because of the stench.
Anyway I don't think I had much hope of making it upstairs. I think my activities with those chooks went against me. Hang on, maybe they allow that up there...I mean, most of them were roosters!
"Nurse! tell the priest to come back in here!"
"No, Bob, he believes he has a better chance with Ivan Milatt...he is with him now."
Oh well, if only I had that plastic surgery I wanted so much.
"Nurse! ... I've shat myself again!"
Thursday, February 7, 2008
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