MINISTER MULDER, YOU’RE A DICKHEAD
May 27th, 2014 | by Boris
I’m gonna get a bit sweary here. So if you’re all sensitive and Christian and shit, fuck off now and
May 27th, 2014 | by Boris
I’m gonna get a bit sweary here. So if you’re all sensitive and Christian and shit, fuck off now and
May 21st, 2014 | by Eva Cripps
Nothing could possibly be more satisfying than achieving a desired goal. It doesn’t matter the context: an achievement is something
May 9th, 2014 | by Boris
It was only a matter of time before the vile Hipster turned his attention to my beloved motorcycling, spread wide its exclusive little hams with his freshly tattooed fingers, and jammed his horrid phallus deep into its hitherto private parts
May 6th, 2014 | by Boris
It’s been six weeks since I flung myself into the side of an SUV. In almost four decades of riding,
April 28th, 2014 | by Boris
I note that Reichsführer Newman and that capering jackanapes of an Attorney-General have not moved a single step back from their “All bikies, their mates, their families, their lawyers, their accountants and their employers, are criminal scum” position
April 22nd, 2014 | by Boris
I long ago lost the stress of what to do on Good Friday. I’ve not been a church-goer for more
April 16th, 2014 | by Nick Cruth
I think it’s best to begin by confessing I do enjoy the tunes of the John Butler Trio. But that
April 14th, 2014 | by Boris
I do not do this invalid shit well. I try and I try, but I just cannot come to terms
April 11th, 2014 | by Boris
My only memory of what happened after I’d been wheeled through a kilometre of corridors to Westmead’s surgery wing was
April 3rd, 2014 | by Boris
Following a beaut motorcycle accident, Borrie recounts his time in hospital in excruciating detail. This is Part Two of The Price