Hill of Content?
I’m not sure, but that location would make sense if it was!
EDIT: yep!!
I get emails from them, it is the Hill of Content, and you’ll go past Pellegrinis for a coffee on every pass. Maybe even a lasagna.
That’s so awesome.
When you hand a right handed person, left handed scissors and watch them suffer.
Or a corkscrew
■■■■ them and all their evil right-handed ways.
Seeing the mess made by currawongs looking for bugs by stripping bits off the paperbark tree being collected and used as nest building material by the magpies.
I had a splinter in the middle finger of my left hand for six days. I could not get it out. I couldn’t play guitar. It’s been very painful and a constant source of annoyance.
This morning I got the vile ■■■■■■ out.
When a beautiful lady gives you the eyes. Even if it’s misconstrued.
When you get the tuna all out of the can in one go.
Out on my daily walk today and I found a wallet on a nature strip (first time this has ever happened to me.) Had a peek inside and recognised the name of the owner, so tucked it into my pocket with the intention of dropping it off at the cop shop on my way home.
Three blocks down the road and who should I see coming towards me looking totally stressed out indeed but the owner himself. You might say he was most grateful and very relieved.
The kicker? His wallet was decorated with EFC embossing on the leather.
Poor bastard. At least he can go home and microwave his membership, as is the yearly ritual for us.