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Originally posted by Rach
...Or as me and a friend did, stop because there is a round about planted full of them, and its peak hour traffic and everybody is looking at these 2 women on the roundabout picking roses. You go out even if its pouring because they have to have thier dinner and you have to pick it for them. Or even worse you get questioned by the police when your out picking leaves, wanting to know what your doing because firstly its illegal and secondly there have been a few breakin in that area...
I just can't help myself (if you know the "Blue Boy" episode you'll get this....)
I'm Sgt. Joe Friday and this is my partner Officer Gannon. We were on the Adelaide beat running down a lead on some feaky, no good hippies picking flowers in a roundabout. These tripped-out flower children spoke some weird lingo - probably some kind of anti-society sub-culture rap - it was sad, just sad....
St. Joe Friday:
Ma'am, this is no place to be picking flowers. You hopped-up kids are gonna cause an accident and then we'll be knocking at your parents door breaking the bad news about your untimely deaths. Tell, me, what's with you Microbus-riding, paisley wearing flower pickers anyway?
Rach:
Oy it's dogs balls aint it dag? Me an' sheila here wuz just fossicking through the bush cuz we's greenies makin' good for possums. We ain't any Vee Dub-ridin, dole bludgin' ferals, but fair dinkim ridgy-didge crow eaters.
St. Joe Friday:
"Just the facts, ma'am"
Rach:
Not the full quid ey??? Wanna just cut the earbashing and chuck a yewy and shove off to the top end o' Woop Woop?
St. Joe Friday:
"sorry ma'am but you can't pick flowers here"
Rach:
Holy dooley! It ain't worth a divvy van jaunt - we were just
scorin' tucker for the glider mob. Shove off and chase a bingle.
St. Joe Friday:
"Ok that's it flower child, we're going downtown...."