It's been a couple of years since I last saw Robbo. Back in them days, him and me and a few mates used to get together every Saturday arvo to watch the game and knock back a few tinnies. That was when Robbo still had the big shed, the one that had room for all us and even the barbie if it was raining.
When he went to replace it, I told him he was bloody stupid but seems the missus told him it was the shed or her, and well, no shed no matter how big it might be, is going to wash your undies for you, is it? And once it was gone, there was a better view of the old oval, before all them new houses went up anyway. It did leave more room in the yard to kick a ball about too, which was good at half time when the blokes who couldn't hold their piss always got a bit aggro. With the old shed though, there wasn't much room out back before you hit the swamp so you had to watch your feet and the ball and try to dodge the bloody mossies. Of course, they went away when they drained the swamp to put up them houses, so that wasn't all bad either.
--Xenith
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Oh my, I love this! The voice is such fun.
and well, no shed no matter how big it might be, is going to wash your undies for you, is it?
Brilliant!
The cult of the gas grill personified and turned into a deity. Before the suburban sprawl. Nicely awful stuff.
Great voice. Now if only my grill would do the dishes...
Inspired dithering.
I do hate real-life conversations with people whose minds wander like this, though. It brings a homicidal gleam to my eye... (What? A POV violation, you say? No, I *know* that gleam is there, even if I can't see it myself.)
Beautifully, awfully done. Love the urban sprawl, no undie washing, shed removal.
Thanks :)
That was when Robbo still had the big shed...
Woo hoo, Xenith!
I agree - great voice and love the sheddy back-story!
I love how this is ALL backstory. I've talked to people who do this at parties.
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