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The ultimate booby trap as clickbait


Okay, sorry - I just couldn't resist.

Just like my mate Nick who, likewise, couldn't resist posting the story of 'Beshine', the stage name of Mayra Hills, who allegedly has the largest fake breasts in the known universe. For Nick, it demonstrates the new era of absurdy. I just love how this particular clickbait is the ultimate booby trap. And I have a nice visual punchline for it.

So here we go:


Booby trap


No. These are:

Aaathese are



Whackety schmackety doo


(This reminds me of an old blog post entitled Bosom Buddies - proceed if you dare.)




Our Lady of Peripheral Indulgence?

I went for a walk at lunch time on Friday, taking a slightly different route back to the office. In so doing, I came across an item of cultural ephemera not half a block away from a private Catholic school.

Relax, sensationalists, this isn't The Telegraph, and it's still school holidays. It could be any wastrel dumping their spent jollies-delivery-unit in the street.

Still, made for some nice photos that I couldn't help but share:


Parramatta, you bastion of kulchar you!


In context


Still [life in the back streets of Parra!] more context



Of course the comments on Instagram and Facebook waxed nostalgic for the vintage equivalent from their youth:

"A step up from the Orchy Orange Juice bottles of the '80s ... Just." - nickhadleydarlo

(Orchy had the monopoly on single-serve bottled juice back in the day.)