Top 5 Ways for a Perthian to Survive Melbourne

1. Fashun

The scarf is like the red flag to the raging Perth male. Why are Melburnians constantly trying to look like a horny Michael Hutchence at a doorknob convention? Obviously the temperatures may drop, so make sure to bring your Ugg boots to wear with your shorts.

On the topic of shorts, It’s like these Eastern coast cock cradlers have an allergy to the most versatile piece of bottom half clothing on the planet. You may even see people wearing a belt with their pleated European shorts. Oh and get this, not one bottle opener attached to a back pocket in sight. The horror.

2. Native lingo

How does one describe the level of wankery these people speak with? Well, blue balled meth junkie on hour 6 of his drug induced wank over a Chemist Warehouse cold & flu tablet sale levels of wankery.

A middie is a “pot”, a billie is a “bueg”, a pinga is a “goog” and a war-crime atop their skull is a “fresh cut”. Oh when you try to make small chat with one about the shitcunt weather you will be assaulted with this little ditty, “you know what they say, 4 seasons in one day!”

Fuck. It’s almost like they are proud of the fact their weather is more unpredictable than the quality of a large Whopper meal at 11pm on Wellington Street.

3. Coffee

Where the fuck is my Muzz Buzz super grande cup with a straw? The Melburnians considers the “jumbo” coffee to be vulgar and you must be prepared to calm your anger when you feel paying $3.50 for a “poofter-size” coffee is extortionate.

Try a breathing exercise or focus on the phenomenon of Melbourne blokes catching up over a coffee. Not just during work hours either, on weekends. Why not a beer? Fuck knows, mate, fuck knows.

4. Meth

Don’t worry, that's still around. Best to run the obstacle course of hookers and street-loons to St Kilda “Beach”, where like in Cuntishi’s Castle, you must navigate the syringey obstacles until you find your medicine. After all, Perthy needs his juice.

5. Beach Lyfe

If you travel out of Melbourne you will be greeted with sub-par beaches with water colder than Tony Abbott’s speech at his sister’s gay-reception. However, if you choose to swim in the bay, remember to try and go to your happy place, Trigg or Leighton.

The experience will be sandy and disappointing - like your first premature ejaculation on Pinky’s Beach.

2 Readers Comments:

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    February 14, 2017 at 5:00 PM

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    March 1, 2017 at 9:56 PM

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