Once a jolly swagman sat beside a billabong
Growing bored, he dipped his willy in his tea
And he sang as he sat and waited while his willy boiled,
"Crotch rot you'll never more trouble me!"
Washing my dilda, washing my dilda...
And now back to my regularly scheduled post...
https://www.npr.org/2022/11/17/1137413251/twitter-employees-quit-elon-musk
A massive caprine group sex event unfolds. I hope the FTC and the Euro regulators tear Musk to pieces.
The jolly swagman was in 1895, great shearer's strike, nearly civil war in the colony (before federation in 1901), striking shearers firing their rifles and pistols into the air, could carry guns in those days.
Swagman stole a sheep to eat. Farmer and cops grabbed him, he committed suicide rather than be persecuted.
Lots of billabong campers today, no need to steal food...welfare money or wages etc are enough for food.
Today's billabong campers 'waltz matilda' in diesel, dual cab utes with fancy canopies and towing caravans, camper trailers etc with solar power, air-conditioning, showers, microwaves, washing machines fridges, etc.
All the comforts of home.
Sit around the camp fire drinking and eating good meals.
Poor swagman had nothing, no money, no hope.