"Buddy, this is the job," he convincingly said to his lily white friend. He read the advertisement aloud, "Work on Curlew Island with chicks and guano. Day work only. Ten days on, four days off with flights back to Cairns. Island accommodation and rubber protection supplied. Locate chicks and work alongside in bagging guano."
Young London lad, on a work visa, in Australia fulfilling his cultural rite of passage, agreed with his Liverpudlian buddy. Anything that involved them working with girls on an Island paradise was their kind of job.
Buddy lay back on his bunk at the hostel and imagined what it would be like working with the Island natives: buxom, tanned, giggly and ever so pleased to have some fresh males to copulate with. The girls would be mesmerized with the English accent and the creamy white skin,undamaged and unblemished unlike the salted skin of the Aussie blokes these girls would have been used to.
Yep. These two lads would get the job with the chicks and guano because they were ready to embrace the Australian way of life and party, party, party on tropical Islands.
Buddy wondered aloud; "I don't know what the Guano gentleman must have done but I have no difficulty bagging him. I wonder if he was perhaps some local Island chap who did the totally wrong thing by the Islanders?"
Oh yeah....these boys had no idea the shit they were about to get into.
5 Response to "Work on island with chicks and guano"
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
lol....it really tickled my fancy. I was laughing as I wrote it and the rest of the people in my household kept coming over to see what I was laughing at. They didn't find it nearly as funny as I did....but at least the kids now know what guano is :)
Omg...are they that shallow.
I want to see them bag a guano and see how long it takes them to realise what the chicks and not who.
PMSL...
ROFL :-) They deserve everything coming their way lol
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