WENDELL HUSSEY | Cadet | CONTACT
A couple of good for nothing piece of shit biscuits have bludged their way through another working day.
With Thursday evening rolling around, two Orange Cremes have ticked off their 15th full day of sitting on a Betoota Old City District Office bench top.
“Yuck,” scowled one of the employees at the financial analysis firm that does stuff that makes heaps of money – without anyone really being able to explain what value they actually create.
“Those things are so fucking gross.”
“Why do Arnott’s keep putting them in the Assorted Packs.”
“It’s like the new Netflix series, Nobody Wants This.”
It’s believed someone kindly bought the packet of biccies a couple of weeks ago with the majority of them demolished in the amount of time the Swans were competitive in the AFL Grand Final.
However, the absolute filth that is the Orange Cremes have lingered on like a bad smell.
“Mate, we are just waiting for the cockroaches to finish those last two.”
No more to come.
