It was getting close to Chrissie, which prompted me to chuck a sickie. I was still in the nuddy, so I slipped on some grundies. I went to light up a durry, but I’d run out and had to have a rollie. It was perfect weather and I wondered if the blokes from out Woop-Woop would be into having a barbie and lairing it up with me in Brizzie, the Big Smoke.
It was getting close to Christmas, which prompted me to call in sick from work. I was still naked, so slipped into some underpants. I went to light up a cigarette, but I had run out of the regular type and rolled my own instead. I picked up a cookie and a cup of coffee and that was my breakfast.
It was perfect weather and I wondered if my friends from the boondocks wanted to hang out with me at a barbecue in Brisbane, the city.
A sausage. The name comes from the unfounded rumor that sausages are made from scraps of meat and whatever other item can be found wherever they are made, thus making the actual ingredients a “mystery.” Sausages, which are dearly loved as staples of the barbecue, are also referred to as “snags” and “bangers.”