Showing posts with label Emu. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Emu. Show all posts

Thursday, September 22, 2011

AGREE TO DISAGREE

Imagine my surprise when I saw this on Twitter:

"WA values its honest Kangaroos, Emus and Echidnas. Not so the stunted deformed Wallabies." -@archiearchive

Accompanied by the following photograph:


It's an interesting interpretation, certainly, but it's dead wrong.

The fact is that WA recognises that motorists only need to be warned to watch out for animals stupid enough to blunder into a moving vehicle. The wallaby omission is only recognising their superior intelligence.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

WHY INDEED?

Why hasn't the EU thought of the EMU emu? A mascot that explains macroeconomic policy to diplomats?less than a minute ago via web Favorite Retweet Reply



That's a great idea. While we're at it, why don't we use taxpayer funds to train sex offenders for new work as gynaecologists?

I'd take macroeconomic policy explanations from an Emu about as seriously as I'd take advice from a squirrel on staying sober.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

EMU ROUNDUP

Dear Duck, Remember that one night in Vegas? You have a son... His name is platypus Sincerely, Beaver.less than a minute ago via Twuffer Favorite Retweet Reply



[UPDATE: Bloody hell, they're all stolen. Even this one was swiped from earlier tweets. I TRUSTED YOU, @FreddyAmazin!]

Well, someone clearly has their finger on the pulse of popular culture.

I would have thought that the wanton indiscretions of Ducks, Beavers, and their degenerate Platypus offspring were common knowledge by now, and yet everyone has taken to re-tweeting this as though it was the latest breakthrough in evolutionary science.

I suppose that one positive result stemming from this onslaught of miscegenation trivia is that the latest round of Emus have come out of the woodwork to try and pass this tweet off as their own. Now I've got a some new names to add to my handy list of who to block:

Dear Duck, Remember that one night in Vegas? You have a son... His name is platypus Sincerely, Beaver.less than a minute ago via Twitter for iPhone Favorite Retweet Reply



Dear Duck, Remember that one night in Vegas? You have a son... His name is platypus Sincerely, Beaver.less than a minute ago via txt Favorite Retweet Reply



Dear Duck, Remember that one night in Vegas? You have a son... His name is platypus Sincerely, Beaver.less than a minute ago via ÜberSocial Favorite Retweet Reply



Dear Duck, Remember that one night in Vegas? You have a son... His name is platypus Sincerely, Beaver."less than a minute ago via Twitter for Android Favorite Retweet Reply



Dear Duck, Remember that one night in Vegas? You have a son... His name is platypus Sincerely, Beaver.less than a minute ago via Twitter for iPhone Favorite Retweet Reply



Dear Duck, Remember that one night in Vegas? You have a son... His name is platypus Sincerely, Beaver.less than a minute ago via twicca Favorite Retweet Reply

Thursday, April 7, 2011

EXAGGERATION

'The Emu War, also known as the Great Emu War' - nice try, dudes.less than a minute ago via web   Favorite | Retweet | Reply

Bloody Emus. They can be such drama queens. The so-called "Emu War" was just two lads arguing over footy scores.

When they injure themselves, it's not a paper cut, it's a "serious laceration that needs emergency medical attention."

If you're having a laugh while they're droning away at one of their speeches, it's not a rude noise, it's a "grotesque display of indecency that has completely undermined the solemnity of the event."

And God forbid you ever tap one accidentally during an inattentive moment behind the wheel.

Incidentally, can anyone recommend a good attorney? Not for anything major, just some rubbish about reckless endangerment, operating a vehicle with a suspended licence, and wilful damage to property. I'm sure the "attempted murder" business is a complete misunderstanding.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

THE REAL RACIST

You really should nominate me for a Shorty award in the #weird category. I even went to the trouble of filling out their invasive and time-consuming interview. Even if you don't nominate me, it's worth a read over at their website.

Oh, who are we kidding? They'll probably leave my answers up for about an hour before some Echidna on the PC squad goes and takes them down for being "inappropriate." I'm better off reprinting the whole thing here. Just try not to read it if you're a thin-skinned Platypus or an Emu looking for an excuse to get offended.

What's your best tweet?
Accusing me of perpetuating stereotypes is rubbish! All I'm saying is that Emus are lazy, untrustworthy, and drug-addicted. #TruthHurts

What are six things you could never do without?
Goodness, some of these questions are quite personal. No, you may NOT examine my hard drive for wet Kangaroo pics! Sorry, I meant to say that I probably couldn't live without a high-speed internet connection.

How do you use Twitter in your professional life?
Well, I got my boss fired by pretending to be an underage Koala on Twitter and then distributing copies of the lewd DMs he sent to me. Does that count?

What's your favorite Twitter app?
Twitpic, obviously. It's a great way to warn people about unsavoury characters (read: Wombats) lurking about the neighbourhood.

Twitter or Facebook?
Twitter, definitely. Facebook offers entirely too many opportunities for attention-seeking Dingoes to engage in the wrong sort of behaviour.

What was the funniest trend you've seen?
Remember when Pademelons thought that wearing Ugg boots everywhere was the height of fashion? All right, most of them are still doing it, but you have to admit that they look ridiculous.

What feature should Twitter add?
Improved screening measures to keep Potoroos from opening duplicate spam accounts to coordinate their attacks on family values. They may think they're oh-so clever, using song lyrics as code, but I'm on to them!

Who do you wish had a Twitter feed but doesn't?
Sean Wallaby, Marsupial Twain, or Paul Hogan.

What are some words or phrases you refuse to shorten for brevity?
Vermin. Bludgers. Wastrels who spend all day lounging about on the dole. SOUND FAMILIAR, BANDICOOTS?

Is there someone you want to follow you who doesn't already? If so, who?
Britney Spears. I DON'T HAVE TO EXPLAIN MYSELF TO YOU.

Have you ever unfollowed someone? Who and why?
I unfollowed that squirrel apologist, Malcolm Turnbull (@TurnbullMalcolm) after his craven reversal of earlier statements.

Why should we vote for you?
Because if you don't vote for me, the Llamas win.

Terms you wish would start trending on Twitter right now?
Pademelon Arrest, Platypus Registration Act, Cane Toad Deportation

What's the most interesting connection you've made through Twitter?
Well, I did engage in a dialogue with Malcolm Turnbull, Federal Member for Wentworth. Until he broke my heart.

Hashtag you created that you wish everyone used?
#LaCowsaNostra - useful for tracking the sinister dealings of the bovine mafia.

How do you make your tweets unique?
Sadly, I don't. It's all-too-common knowledge that Echidnas are drunks, Dingos will rob you blind, and Koalas are drug-addled bludgers. I just make sure that no one forgets it.

What inspires you to tweet?
A desire to see fair Wallaby representation in the media, and a solid mistrust of Wombats.

Ever get called out for tweeting too much?
Heavens, no! What do you think I am, some kind of Kangaroo?

140 characters of advice for a new user?
Kangaroos need not apply. No Pademelons, either, and Koalas can just shove off.

How long can you go without a tweet?
Quite a long time, actually. Everything you've heard about Wallabies and their stamina? All true.

What question are we not asking here that we should?
What can be done about the moral threat that Emus pose to society?

How do you imagine Twitter changing?
I fear it's only a matter of time before it's found by the wrong sort of people. Once it gets infested with Emu get-rich-quick schemes and Platypus toilet humour, it'll be all downhill from there.

Who do you admire most for his or her use of Twitter?
Julia Gillard (@JuliaGillard). You can tell she wants to give those crocodiles a good telling off, but she restrains herself admirably.

Who is the funniest person on Twitter that you follow?
Al Gore (@algore).

What is one of the biggest misconceptions of Twitter?
That there are any sort of barriers to entry. The place is crawling with half-literate Dingos and their abominable textspeak abbreviations.

Why should people follow you?
Because otherwise they might fall prey to the next fast-talking Platypus with a bridge to sell them.

Can you name some one-of-a-kind Twitter accounts that you follow?
@Firstdogonmoon, @whistlingduck, and @KayaktheGibbon. I can't understand how people accuse me of being racist when I have so many non-Wallaby friends.

How do you decide what to tweet?
I look at the top news stories of the day to see what people are talking about. Then I make sure they know what's REALLY going on behind the scenes, with the animals that they think are so cute and blameless.

Why'd you start tweeting?
I had seen one too many unwed Echidna mothers spending their government assistance cheques on big-screen televisions and new trainers.

Has Twitter changed your life? If yes, how?
I'm saving money now that I no longer have to publish a print newsletter, which means I can subscribe to some of my favourite periodicals like "Kangaroo Heat" and "Pouch Confidential." Wait, forget I said that last bit.

What do you wish people would do more of on Twitter?
I wish they'd be more willing to listen to the truth, instead of drowning it out with accusations of "racism" and "bigotry." I'm just being honest.

How will the world change in the next year?
Sadly, I don't think it will change much unless people wake up and do something about the unwed Possum mothers, reckless Emu drivers, and rude Bilby queue-jumpers that undermine the very fabric of our society on a daily basis. Where is the outrage?

What are some big Twitter faux pas?
Insulting Dugongs, apparently. (Even when it's TRUE!)

What will the world be like 10 years from now?
10 years from now, Cane Toads will have bred us almost completely out of existence, which is why we should embark on a state-sponsored sterilisation programme to rid ourselves of them and other undesirables.

Seriously, though, please do nominate me for a Shorty award in the #weird category. I promise I'm only going to mention it once more this month, and your help is greatly appreciated.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

OUTSIDE THE BOX

smh: tabbott wants to "lure people off welfare..." get a job and we'll chuck in a set of steak knives #demtel #BOGOFless than a minute ago via Twitter for iPhone



This idea has potential.

Not the steak knives bit, that's rubbish, but I'm intrigued by the thought that we might be able to lure Emus out of their posh taxpayer-provided estates and into a position where they'd actually contribute something useful to society.

I really like this idea. You'd just need a new track suit, and maybe some shiny jewellery to lay out under a box that slams down on them when they rush in to try it on.

From there, you could put them in work camps and make them do something useful for a change. Better yet, just pop a shipping label on the box ahead of time, and they'll become New Zealand's problem.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

FOR THEIR OWN GOOD


When will the authorities realize that tougher legislation is needed to keep Emus in line? I'm not biased against Emus, but they need stronger laws in place for their own protection.

Look at what happens when they're allowed out unsupervised.

A rampant emu chased children and reportedly reached speeds of 30kmh after it escaped from a farm in the Marlborough Sounds on Saturday.


You read that right, it was rampant. Rampant!

You might be inclined to dismiss the report as another "errant livestock causes fuss" article, but ask yourself why it was running so fast. The answer? Drugs, obviously.

Unsupervised Emus have proven time and time again that when left to their own devices, they engage in risky behaviour like recreational drug use, and I'm not even going to mention the carnal designs it most likely had in mind when it started running after those children.

They just can't be trusted. Something should be done.

Friday, October 8, 2010

THEFT

Deleted email from Mrs. Obama with subject line "I Need Your Help" without reading. Now I feel guilty. What if she's stuck in an elevator?less than a minute ago via web



I guess that if this joke wasn't funny, it wouldn't have been stolen, but consider the following persons outed as joke-stealing plagiarists and suspected Emus:

Deleted email from Mrs. Obama with subject line "I Need Your Help" without reading. Now I feel guilty. What if she's stuck in an elevator?less than a minute ago via Twitter for iPhone



Just deleted an email from Obama with the subject "I Need Your Help"without reading. Now I feel guilty. What if he's stuck in an elevator?less than a minute ago via Echofon



Just deleted an email from Mrs.Obama w/ subject "I Need Your Help" without reading. Now I feel guilty. What if she's stuck in an elevator?less than a minute ago via web

Saturday, August 14, 2010

BUDGIE SMUGGLERS

I might mention that some budgie-smuggling politicians are apparently too good to follow their constituents back. #disappointmentless than a minute ago via HootSuite



Although she didn’t formally acknowledge my request, I still felt like @JuliaGillard heard it. That’s more than I can say for some other people who claim to represent the country’s best interests.

I think it’s also telling that @TonyAbbottMHR hasn’t addressed other pressing issues such as Emu plagiarism and the Quoll crimewave.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

ZULUVELA

A friend of mine was arrested at the world cup for stealing a joke about blowing a Zulu's vulva. Bloody Emu plagairists.less than a minute ago via HootSuite



A lot of people seem to be taking this the wrong way. I'm not trying to be obscene, I'm pointing out that one joke keeps getting stolen, and I'm sick of it. It's this sort of shameful disregard for attribution and intellectual property that gives Emus their (deservedly) bad name.

Friday, May 7, 2010

A NIGHT OUT

I got passed over for promotion in favor of another Platypus. Stinking affirmative action. #unfair #entitlement #bollocksless than a minute ago via HootSuite



Oh god, the less said about last night, the better. I didn't want to go out with my coworkers to celebrate Bruce's promtion, and it all went downhill from there.

It's the last time I ever set foot in a Fur Seal bar, I can tell you.

And I don't know who "Lenny" is, but I'm certain I wouldn't have become that familiar with an Emu in just one night. He must be mistaking me for someone else.

Those photos do look like me, though. Maybe they were photoshopped?