Picking fruit to get another year in that hell hole
A year in Riyadh is more appealing.
Picking fruit to get another year in that hell hole
A year in Riyadh is more appealing.
Townie lads ‘farming’ in Oz
Paying the farmer to get another year = farming
Heading off to Australia with romantic notions of picking fruit
Like the story of the farmer in Australia who used to send newbies out to start up the tractor and fire them when they came back in looking for the key of the tractor.
The key used to be left on the dipstick, dip the tractor before you get up on it, and you find the key
Being familiar with farming methods doesn’t make you special, mate – Get the fuck over yourself… You don’t see us city lads taking the piss out of Muldoons when you enter restaurants and are panicked with having two forks and two knives and proceed to tuck the napkin in under the neck of their salmon shirt.
Townie cunts wouldn’t know one end of a two ended spanner from the other
I’d know which end to bate off your head tho.