Red Dragon
, manic author of The Well-Scrubbed Desert, Her Brilliant Career, My Cat Eats Spaghetti and indeed acres of verbal diarrhoea that if laid end to end would reach from here to the Lesser Magellanic Cloud.
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Red Dragon, manic author of The Well-Scrubbed Desert, Her Brilliant Career, My Cat Eats Spaghetti and indeed acres of verbal diarrhoea that if laid end to end would reach from here to the Lesser Magellanic Cloud.
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Twll tyn pob Sais! El Pueblo, unido, jamas sera vencido! MALDISTRIBUTION OF WEALTH IS TYRANNY
Mycket välkommen, kia ora, te peahea koe (tomato sauce) to the Home Page of the rather louche satirist, critic, publisher, reviewer, novelist and poet Robert Verdon.
Once upon a time, Auntie Rhoberta belonged to the Canberra publishing collective
Favourite Writers
Auntie is, still, of course, a
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but no longer interested in staggering about drunk, hokey folk music & leek-chomping, bach. Indeed, this page is the color of your eyes when you've got liver trouble. A truly Celtic view of the world.
(A free albumin cocktail with your viagra, gentlemen?)
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Who the f#@&&!! is Auntie Rhoberta?
Her Brilliant Career & its launch from Canberra's Mt Ainslie.
There have been accesses to this page since 18 October 1997. (Add about 5000 due to counter problems.)
Guess who this is. He played the stock market & his best friend was a textile merchant.
(And of course, we all know who was murdered in the year my mother was born:)
A very ecumenical family own an old-fashioned general store. They are very family-oriented and the kids work behind the counter. One morning their Rabbi comes in and asks for a leg of pork. They look at him strangely and he says, 'It's not for me, it's not for me!' Then their Imam comes in and asks for a bottle of Scotch. Again, they look at him strangely and he too protests, 'It's not for me, it's not for me!' Then their Catholic priest comes in and they all cry, 'Hide the kids, hide the kids!'
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