the dingo bark?

jussis. im usually amped for new years. it represents an opportunity to bolster my figures. chicks are less discerning on the eve of the turn of the year. but it all came crashing down. horribly. i was busting out some wicked moves on the dance floor. really cooking it up. and then i fell over. on my shell. like a turtle. paws in the air. shifting from side to side in a rising panic. unable to get right side up. the crowd moved away forming a circle. pointing and snearing. and taking much glee in my misfortune. fortunately i was rescued by frank. but it was too late. i ran home. arms flailing.

otherwise trip is going well. i guess. it has been super tough. and we sure have covered a whole lot of miles. eish. from broome we went up to darwin. via kunarara and some abo mischief. from darwin we hightailed it down through alice springs and uluru to port augusta. we spent xmas at streaky bay with some abo-hating bigot. and now we're holed up in esperance while the campervan gets a new clutch. a new gearbox. the alternator gets changed-out. and the wheel alignment and suspension get fixed. they might as well trash the bastard.

but its good to be out. sun shining bright. open road ahead. shirt off. aviators on. head out the window. hair blowing in the wind. cold beer in hand. tiny dancer on the radio.

blue jean baby, la lady, seamstress for the band
pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
and now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

do dingo's bark? this is a question that has been haunting us since we bumped into a staunchly feminist lesbo at kings canyon. she had a shaved head. but a furry upper lip. she swigged xxxx out the quart bottle. and sneered nah mate. dingo's don't bark. i agreed with her. she looked like she had grown up wild and feral. frank disagreed. after a bottle of rum we had a bet. loser to get a dingo tat complete with speech bubble "woof". eish. tough one to lose. apparently dingos do bark. according to wikipedia. frank let me get away with shaving my head.

i had a dog that didn't bark
and dingo was its name-o
D-I-N-G-O

i have come to realise that my task in aus is to build bridges between abos and bogans. let the building begin. abo bogan rights man. peace.