Published on December 8th, 2006 | by The Beige Baron0
Disenfranchised Mang Screams Abuse from Sidelines
Not knowing what else to do, Phitz Von Spritz set up a folding camp chair adjacent to the tryline at a suburban football field in Brisbane, filled a large tub with ice and beer and proceded to yell abuse at the indifferent world.
“Carn!” he bellowed, causing a small starling to break off its pursuit of a fleeing moth.
“Is that the best you can do?! Put in, you bastards! Bunch o’ skirts!”
A passing van slowed for a moment to look curiously at the hunched, lonely figure in the sunlit meadow, but soon sped up and disappeared over a hill.
“Wankers!” Spritz shouted at the sky, shaking his puny fist.
After a few hours of this, Spritz attempted to gain entry to the toilet block but found it securely padlocked. Instead he opted to piss into the wind.