/r/straya
Tinnies, Cones, Sports, and Banter. 88 thousand mad cunts and counting!
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We don't give a fuck about Albo.
Or his mates.
Don't talk shit about straya
Except for your women. They're fine.
VBs for sickcunts, Fosters for shitcunts.
Shitcunts might get Manus Islanded
No stingrays
No Whinge Posts - Unless its funny as fuck
No direct links to Facebook or TikTok, screenshots are still shit but will be allowed.
COOL SHIT
SPORT
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/r/straya
#meme#photo#egg
Comrade Spanian says "zesey the ensmays of ductionproys lad".
There’s this McDonald’s at Clifton Hill that is honestly way cooler than any Maccas I’ve seen.
So, this place used to be the United Kingdom Hotel back in 1937, and it’s got this amazing jazz moderne architecture. Think brick facades, balconies, and these cool rounded edges. It feels more like a historic building than a fast food joint.
What’s even crazier? It’s heritage-listed! They gave it that status back in 1988, so the building’s protected, and nothing about it can change. It’s Melbourne’s little architectural treasure.
A lot of people call it the “most beautiful McDonald's in the world”
There's no debate that a P plate on a tarted up VL is being driven by a bogan. But what would you call the green-P behind the wheel of a lifted Navara (brake lights at my eye level in a Forester) that sounds like a fucking Peterbilt? Seriously. OMW home from Aldi and the dirty bird just now and was looking around for the semi I could hear. Then lights went green, I heard the semi move off and when the car in front of me went straight and the Navara turned with me, it was clearly the Navara.
Who is the biggest living cunt in the country and deserves to be named the UnAustralian of the Year?
I reckon put a bunch of good enuf dates that won't upset every cunt (bound to upset someone) put the numbers for the dates on little plucka ducks, stick all the little plucka ducks to plukka duck, get albo to pick one, tell us ,"right that's it cunts that's the day it's a four day weekend no returns no other names if anyone says the word invasion I'm invading their coit with this oversized r.m.fucking.williams. boot with a cane toad to chew on I'm off to play two up at the rippers in Kew junction."
… it was all about getting together with ya mates, getting on the beers, firing up the bbq, listening to hottest 100 count down, and good times.
It’s just a shame thats been lost to the politics of it all.
Just change the date for Christ sake, so we can get back to enjoying a long weekend.
Cheers cunts
Budget cut
I want that proper yellow shit.