Even in his week off, the buzzing of Barnaby Joyce can still be heard. Actually, thinking about it, some obvious comparisons can be drawn.
While we’ve managed to wheel the Government into the High Court, getting it road-worthy is another question entirely. We have to wait for how long to fix these overseas parts?
It must be a confusing being Malcolm Roberts’ voting base. The dinky-di Aussie product they voted for was actually made in India. Time for a ‘please explain’.
If the Turnbull Government was a piece of furniture, I think it would be lying disassembled on the floor, with the user manual giving no clues. What it needs, is expert help.
You’re you. But we, by our very existence, are cursed. Graced with consciousness we use to place ourselves above others, our luck is that we exist at all.
Compared to the altruistic bank robbers of the past, Scott Morrison’s recent heist pales in comparison.
Corporate tax cuts represent the Turnbull government’s most daring production, but will such an edgy play put bums in seats?
As it turns out, Pauline Hanson’s WA blockbuster was a bit of a flop. But as Hollywood lore stateth, we shouldn’t worry about it, we should worry about the sequel.
Mother’s on the phone asking us to move back home post Brexit, but until she sorts the office out, we’re avoiding her calls.
Move over Nigerian princes, for there’s a new scamster in town. Centrelink’s shenanigans have gotten out of hand, and the solution requires a man with “a very particular set of skills…”
Gather ’round ye voters come one, come all for a tale ’bout Christmas with your favouritest pol…itician. I think that works.
With the Adani mine ever closer, I don’t see why we should be small in our thinking in regards to profit. Why not let it be the grandest disaster tourism site of our times?
With the backpacker tax now official, I say it’s time we all stop complaining about who did what to who, and gulp the facts down with a heavy dose of salt.
We’ve seen it so many times. It’s hard enough when a friend starts seeing the bad boy and you just know they’re going to get their heart broken. But what to do when that friend is the Prime Minister…?