The Art Of The Australian Comparison
Mar. 12th, 2007 08:52 amSnaffled from today's Stay In Touch column in the SMH...
As boned as an Australian sitcom.
About as politically correct as a Lakemba mufti.
As good as a politician's promise.
As exclusive as the Dick Cheney fan club.
As much hope as the Titanic with Mark Latham in the wheelhouse.
Like looking for WMDs in Iraq.
So unlucky he'd be killed by a tsunami in the Simpson Desert.
As sincere as a second term prime minister.
As popular as a cross city tunnel; as a paparazzo at a Tom Cruise wedding.
Wouldn't shout in a shark attack.
Shoot through like a George Bush supporter.
Playing up like a secondhand whippersnipper.
Slick as snot on a door knob.
Welcome as a fart in a two-man sub.
As useless as a back pocket on a singlet.
The wheel is spinning but the mouse is dead.
My boss goes on and on ... he'd take an hour and a half to watch 60 Minutes.
All over the place like a politician in an interview.
Wouldn't turn up at his own funeral.
Going off like your nanna in Spotlight.
As boned as an Australian sitcom.
About as politically correct as a Lakemba mufti.
As good as a politician's promise.
As exclusive as the Dick Cheney fan club.
As much hope as the Titanic with Mark Latham in the wheelhouse.
Like looking for WMDs in Iraq.
So unlucky he'd be killed by a tsunami in the Simpson Desert.
As sincere as a second term prime minister.
As popular as a cross city tunnel; as a paparazzo at a Tom Cruise wedding.
Wouldn't shout in a shark attack.
Shoot through like a George Bush supporter.
Playing up like a secondhand whippersnipper.
Slick as snot on a door knob.
Welcome as a fart in a two-man sub.
As useless as a back pocket on a singlet.
The wheel is spinning but the mouse is dead.
My boss goes on and on ... he'd take an hour and a half to watch 60 Minutes.
All over the place like a politician in an interview.
Wouldn't turn up at his own funeral.
Going off like your nanna in Spotlight.
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Date: 2007-03-12 11:32 am (UTC)