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It might explain the popularity of the gang then. Geilston Bay Skate Park, Geilston Bay. December 2011.

In today's Sunday Top Five I'm tackling a serious social issue: homophobia. As the two photos today attest, insults relating to once sexual preference retain their currency to a strong degree, particularly among the warring Risdon Vale Boys versus Geilston Bay Boys [GBB 4 EVA!] and Sk8ers versus Scooters [Scooter Represent!]

Today I propose moving on from the typical dreary, pathetic and frightened wimperings of a group of young men that clearly need a) a good hug and b) a swift kick to a new form of insult. Yes, if we're going to slur entire communities, let's make sure that they're deserving.

So today I offer you My Top Five Groups Of People Who We Should Encourage Young People To Speak About In More Demeaning Ways Instead Of Always Picking On The Homosexuals Who Already Have It Hard Enough!

  • Bankers: RVB OFFER UNCOMPETITIVE INTEREST RATES AND FEES ON ALL CREDIT CARD ACCOUNTS!

  • Lawyers: JOHNNO PREFERS TORTS ON FRIDAY NIGHTS!

  • Bureaucrats: JAYDEN CHAIRS INTERGOVERNMENTAL FISCAL STANDING COMMITTEES JUST PHONE 0464 555 555!

  • Medical professionals: BODY BOARDERS CLAIM FOR A LONG CONSULT ON MEDICARE WHEN IN REALITY THEY ONLY SEE PATIENTS FOR A SHORT CONSULT THUS COSTING TAXPAYERS 4EVA!

  • Mobile Phone Companies: JACK AND EBONEE NO FREE ROAMING WITHOUT HEAVY PENALTY FEES!


    Now that's just plain rude. Geilston Bay Skate Park, Geilston Bay. December 2011.
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    smudgeon said…
    How did I miss this one? Your best Top 5 yet.

    I always favour the cost of McDonalds as an insult. For instance, Pokey's mum goes to Maccas and pays $3.50 for a McFlurry. It hasn't yet failed to get me threatened by the piss-weak and the perplexed alike...
    16 December 2011 at 10:12
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