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The post turtle

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by wdf on February 19, 2010

in Animals,Random

You have to love this Aussie farmer’s outlook and common sense approach to life….

While suturing a cut on the hand of a 75 year old Aussie farmer, who’s hand was caught in the gate while working cattle, the doctor struck up a conversation with the old man. Eventually the topic got around to Kevin Rudd and his role as our Prime Minister. The old farmer said, ‘Well, ya know, in my opinion, Rudd is a ‘Post Turtle”.

Not being familiar with the term, the doctor asked him, what a ‘post turtle’ was.

The old farmer said, ‘When you’re driving down a country road and you come across a fence post with a turtle balanced on top, that’s a ‘post turtle’.

The old farmer saw the puzzled look on the doctor’s face so he continued to explain. ‘You know he didn’t get up there by himself, he doesn’t belong up there, he doesn’t know what to do while he’s up there, and you just wonder what kind of dumb bugger put him up there to begin with.

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A cattle dog story

by wdf on February 5, 2010

in Random

This one’s a bit Australian, if you’re from elsewhere Kevin is our PM, Julia is 2IC, enjoy!

Kevin Rudd called Julia Gillard into his office one day and said “Julia,

I have a great idea! We are going to go all out to win the country
voters”.
“Good idea Leader, how will we go about it”? said Julia.

“Well”, said Rudd, “we get ourselves one of those Driaza Bone coats,
some RM Williams boots, a stick and an Akubra hat. Oh, and a blue cattle
dog. Then we’ll really look the part. We’ll go to a typical old outback
country pub, we’ll show we really enjoy the bush”.

“Right” said Julia.

Days later, all kitted out and with the requisite blue heeler, they set
off from Canberra in a westerly direction. Eventually they arrived at
just the place they were looking for and found a typical outback pub.
They walked in with the dog and up to the bar.

“G’day mate”, said Rudd to the bartender, “two middies of your best
beer”.
“Good afternoon Leader”, said the bartender, “two middies of our best
coming up”.
Gillard and Rudd stood leaning on the bar drinking their beer and
chatting, nodding now and again to whoever came into the bar for a
drink. The dog lay quietly at their feet.

All of a sudden, the door from the adjacent bar opened and in came a
grizzled old stockman, complete with stock whip. He walked up to the
cattle dog, lifted its tail with the whip and looked underneath,
shrugged his shoulders and walked back to the other bar. A few moments
later in came another old stockman with his whip. He walked up to the
dog and lifted its tail, looked underneath, scratched his head and went
back to the other bar.

Over the course of the next hour or so another four or five stockmen
came in and lifted the dog’s tail and went away looking puzzled.
Eventually, Rudd and Gillard could stand it no longer and called the
barman over.

“Tell me” said Rudd, “why did all those old stockmen come in and look
under the dog’s tail like that? Is it an old outback custom?”

“Strewth no”, said the barman. “Someone told ‘em there was a cattle dog
in the bar with two arseholes”..

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