After suckling upon the teat of mild intoxication at lunch, Dan is feeling bluer than the Cookie Monster's balls at an Arnott's...

Thaison rolls into the Rockingham TAFE car park in a flogged out Triton with a large “SEND IT” sticker across the back...

Jessica’s constant gloating about her grad position is like using the party potato salad to relieve your yeasty itch: it makes her...

If the squeaky wheel gets the oil then Christine sounds like a jockey at a helium party. She has maintained her administrative authority via...

Ever since Rob got a job in big mining his ego has runaway like a BHP iron ore train. Choo choo, plebs,...

Alan swoons into the office dressed like the beau of the World of Warcraft players ball. His ill-fitting trousers do their best...