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| Stone the flamin crows, this blokes stuff of legends - where on earth do you start? Well lets start with the facts. Vital Stats: Name: Joe Mongrel, no…Mangle, no…Scully Age: 45 Height: 1.85 Weight: 14 stone Birthplace: the prOmiZed land, of course! Favourite Food: snags and bum nuts from the Cop-off shop Favourite Colour: anything in checks Favourite Hobby: watching footy, and supping grog 'lite' Favourite Sayings: ‘You flamin mongrel!' ‘No fibs and no fudgin’ ‘Fair go Lynny!’ 'No worries’ ‘Bouf head’ 'Fit as a mally bull' Joe is the head of the Scully family clan, and boy does he have a lot to do to keep them all in check. Not only does he clip on his tool belt, and put in a full days hard yakka building fine, fine homes, he also drives his trusty old Holden in the evo, through the mean streets of Erinsborough - from Ansons Corner to Eaddon Hills. However, does he get any gratitude for all these hard yards? No flamin way. His sheila bitches on that he doesn’t spend enough time with his family, whilst his filthy jillaroos do nothing but piss in his pocket. If they’re not sweet nicking, money grabbing or running away - its something else, but does he go berko? Well yes, but who wouldn’t? If I was him, I’d give them such a clump round the noggin, but alas this guy’s such a flamin beaut he manages to deal with any situation - by ignoring it, and leavin the problem to Lynny, - ripper! When he gets some free time, ha when(?), he likes nothing better than go’in down the bottle shop (Lou’s Place), picking up a six pack and nuts, and settles down to watch the footy with his sheila - a real family man after all. |
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