Poor Neville.
why do i only see two?
More like John Un-cena.
“Of course, in the 20th century, we have produced a fair array of theories about what life’s actually about and probably the existentialists take the butt of confection for getting closest to thinking they had it all worked out. They used to hang about in the Paris area, which is in what we used to call Gaul, and talk about how terrible life was and how they didn’t know if they’d really get to the weekend. They reckoned life was a pretty dreadful business and was filled with a thing called ennui.
“Now, ennui is a terrible thing, and seems to have roughly the same effect as terminal boredom. Ennui actually is a French word meaning Henry. And the story goes that once you get a touch of the Henry’s, it’s all downhill and the only way to relive the symptoms is to whip down the harbour and pull a wave over your bonce and call it a day."
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“Now a mate of mine – bloke named Bruce Baylis who’s lived up the road from us ever since he moved in – he reckons that he exists. He’s quite positive that he exists, and if he doesn’t exist, he reckons why does he have to pay tax?
“He reckons that even though he does get the Henry’s a bit, now and again at the end of the financial year, he’s convinced that he’s here. And if some people reckon they’re not here, well, that’s fine with Bruce and they can buy their own beer.
(For context, Fred Dagg was the alter-ego of John Clarke, known to the world outside of Aus and NZ as “the front fell off” guy.)
The Butt of Confection would be a great name for an ennui band.
…and don’t pay their fucking child support.
Yup. I took an edible this morning and haven’t killed anyone. There was no cranberry sauce here, so maybe that was Terry’s problem
Convenient how Terry’s already dressed for prison!