A brief hot fling

We're in the midst of the hottest EVER heatwave here in Melbs & I decided to give these cunt palettes a fling in the sunshine.


They were dangling happily over Canning st Carlton but only lasted a couple of days...


Someone must have climbed all the way up the tree in the blazing heat to retrieve them.
It's amazing the lengths people will go to to get their hands on some cunt.

Dress-ups

I went to a Mad-Hatter's tea-party themed shin-dig the other night which called for some last minute costume construction.


Sadly no-one took my outfit literally.

I like to swing

Corner of Webb & Smith, Fitzroy

This pair of crafted cunts took ages to fling-up so they ended up looking a bit like they'd just been through a marathon orgy, but still beautiful, none-the-less.

Cunt Fling-Ups

A couple of weeks ago it was my birthday so I thought it was the perfect opportunity to gather some friends around



Feed them delicious cunt-cakes made by my ma (note the cherry clits)


And set them to work....



The results were GORGEOUS



So gorgeous that I wanted to share them with the world so flung them up into the sky


This lovely pair of cunts can be seen dangling over KingWilliam st Fitzroy.

More cunt fling-ups to follow x

Thank Christ for my cunt

Joseph may never have gotten a look-in at Mary's cunt but I'm sure he'd be delighted to know that, all these years later, the birth of the darling little bastard Jesus has delivered to me a gorgeous cunt purse which I shall love in all ways except (perhaps) the Biblical.

Yes! Hallelujah! I was lost, penniless, desperately scraping coins from the floor when kakariki looked down upon me and said 'Behold! Casey! Do not despair!'


Gather about you all your little ones and store them in this divine cunt-purse which I have miraculously called forth as a Christmas gift for thee from the interweb...


And ye shall find peace and joy...


And so it was said, and so it was done.

Merry Cuntmas, Amen.



bloody predictable

If you asked me to word associate 'cunt', it would take a long looooong time before you heard me utter the word 'aunt'. Probably about 2 trillion words would spring to mind before that one, at a rough estimate. There's 'hot', 'delightful', 'yummy', 'blood', 'pleasure', 'pink', 'sex', 'woman', etc etc etc. Yep, it would take a long time before 'aunt' sprang to mind.

Not so for mobile phone manufacturers. When they think about cunt their minds turn immediately, not to sex but to their aunties. Or perhaps to sex and their aunties but that's a tad disturbing so I won't explore that angle any further. In any case, the nong heads have arranged it so that when you try to type 'cunt' into your phone the following appears:


As if to say - you were thinking of 'cunt' but what you really want to say is 'aunt', yes? No, Nokia - NO!

And even when you try to correct them by scrolling through the predictive text word-change doovie all that happens is this:


Now this is just ridiculous. Why on earth do we need a made up gibberish nonsense word on our phones more than the vital 'cunt'? Maybe mobile radiation does affect the brain after-all 'cause something is clearly very wrong in the land of cell-phone peddlers. Pack of bloody cumu-heads.

Tautology

This delightful graf can be seen on a boarded up shop-front opposite Bebida on Smith St. It was encouraging to see a council worker busily scraping band posters from the boards - presumably so they wouldn't get in the way of the beautiful writing.