[ZenGum]

Crikey, mate, I reckon that bloke'd be a dead-set drongo to do 'is block and chuck a wobbly over losin' some slack sheila that's six axe-handles across the arse and bangs like a dunny door in a cyclone. He orta cruise down the footy club and get outside some amber fluid, so as he's fully rat-arsed, then go for a bit of a hoon in the commodore, chuck a few donuts, do some burnouts, that'll sort 'im out, no wuckas, eh? She'll be right, whaddayareckon, eh?

I'm not sure you're ready for this, eh?