The glasses John Lennon wore when he got shot, 31 years ago today.
This is about saving a girls life. Kahlia Wilson goes to my school and is in year 12. She got cancer in her pelvis when she was only 13 years old, and after beating it once it has come back in her chest. Regular medicine is not an option anymore and she needs to travel to Perth for radical cancer treatment. This treatment will cost her family $30,000, money they just don’t have.
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Priorities = good
So for the love of all that is good in this world, no more Southern Cross tattoos.
I do have a certain affection towards bogans, affection that entails using my video camera from a safe distance. That said, one thing I cannot stand, under any circumstance ever, is when the quintessential Aussie bogan comes out with ‘Aus - trail - ya’.
It may be the case that I am a nazi of proper pronunciation, but that withstanding, it’s ‘AUSTRALIA’. Bogans, I respect your desire to immerse yourself in your carefully constructed sub culture of Holden Commodores and Rugby shorts that sit delicately under your well rounded beer belly… However, it doesn’t give you the right to have verbal input. Because quite simply, you’ve fucked our reputation over enough already - at least allow us the correct pronunciation of the country we live in.
Despite my preconceived notion that some motherfucker was being shot out of a cannon, a deceased woman (Mary Mackillop) became a catholic saint because she had cured the incurable with the power of prayer. Whatever.The immensity of my disappointment was quickly dispelled by the claims that Mary had healed their loved ones.
Woman: We prayed to her when my son had (curable disease) and he was healed!
Woman: Ya rly.