Monday, 29 October 2007

The Gunston Family Funeral Home



Gidday,
and welcome to the GUNSTON FAMILY FUNERAL HOME homepage. (based out of Woolongong down Parramatta way. Take a left at Aunty Ethyls place, go on a bit, bit more, we're on the left.)

The death of someone is one of the most difficult times in our lives.
We here at the GUNSTON FAMILY FUNERAL HOME feel truly blessed to be able to help people through this very difficult time in their lives.

We're a family-run business, the Gunston brothers Wayne, Gene-o and me (I'm Trev) as well as Aunty Doris who handles the basting side of things and what-have-you.

In your hour of grief, you can rest easy and leave all of the arrangements to us.

We will walk you through all the steps, right from, say, identifying a prick you want whacked, right through to patting down the last smegs of dirt on the cunts shallow grave.

When you deal with the Gunstons, you deal with pros.

Reliable, tasteful and discreet, we get the job done.

We haven't lost one yet!

We'll get that mess sorted out, no fucking questions asked, squire.

WE ARE THE BEST.

THE FUCKING BEST.


Funeral Merchandise


As a full service funeral home, we have a large variety of caskets and burial vaults for your convenience in selection. A general price list is available upon request from our funeral home or by mail or by telephone. Or, we could just type the price lists here to cut through the bullshit, straight to the chase, as it were.


COFFINS.

Coffins, mate, they're the wings of the Arch Angel Gabriel bearing the dead pricks to sunnier climes.


Let's take a look at the range of options we have on offer.

Option 1;


  • Affordably priced at just $5.95, this option is tailor-made for the budget-minded bereaver. Ideal for those looking to just get the rotten old cunt into the ground.




    Option #2.



    We'll let you have this one for $29.95.
    Custom-made by Gene-O, he knocks these swish numbers out in no time at all with his trusty MacCullough chainsaw. 48" bar, twin-calibrated, dual-locked teeth, mate, pardon my fucking French but this chainsaw is the fuckin' Rolls Royce of chainsaws. As you can see, Gene-o is pretty fucking handy with it too.



    Embalming and Cremation


    Embalming is most often a matter of practical necessity for a service with the body present. For cosmetic purposes. Rest assured, Aunty Doris will get your dearly departed clogged full of snot again.

    The embalming room. Bit of strife about the place today. No worries, Wayne will get that shit tidied up before your next rellie carks it.







    The embalming fluid juice extractor. We use nothing but the ripest hand-selected loquats in our embalming procedure. Aunty Dorises blender is completely different to this one and it is upstairs in the kitchen. We run a tight ship here at GUNSTON FAMILY FUNERAL HOMES.




    Let's meet the other members of the Gunston Family Funeral Home Staff.

    Geno "Gene-o" Gunston. (Funeral Director)

    Gene-o can dissasemble, recalibrate and reassemble his Maccullough 48" TwinDeforester XIV in 24 seconds flat. He is a fucking legend.




    Wayne Gunston. (Funeral Director)
  • These days Wayne "inadvertwently" huffs so much perming solution and formaldehyde he can't even hardly fuckin' see straight. Wayne-o's in charge of "taxidermying" the dead pricks. Bugger me, no wonder none of the fuckin' sofas around here have any stuffing left in them...





    Doris Gunston. (Funeral Director)

    Aunty Doris is the brains behind the show. Whether it's getting Reliable Louie on the blower at 3 am for some urgent business or stitching up some fat prick with her trusty Bernina, Aunty Doris is always on the ball.





    Trevor Gunston (Funeral Director)

    That's me, Trev, behind the wheel of the family hearse. Looks like I'm giving it what for too! Probably heading out to take a corpse, I mean coffin to the graveyard. That's where the coffins go.




    Reliable Louie.
    (no picture available)
    Lou is the best at what he does, he gets the job done, no questions asked.




    Yes, indeedy, it's the releasing of the white doves. This symbolises peace and freedom. "Souls no longer shackled to the phenomena of earthen torpor" as Wayne once said. Reliable Louie, who does some work for us, tells us that this custom has nothing to do with waking up with horses heads.



    Well, rather than try and nick some pigeons from the local park and paint them white as Wayne STUPIDLY suggested one day, here is one of our custom-made doves. Thanks again to Gene-o and his trusty Maccullough 48". Like the poofs pictured above, you can hiff the dove up in the air if you so please. One hiff is 50 cents. Nah fuckit, make it 25 cents. It's Christmas.


    So next time some old git you know up and carks it, be sure to give us a bell. We're in the phonebook under "G." Thats "G" for "Gunston," the #1 name in undertaking.

    George Nasr Interprets Israeli Military Pamphlet

    Gidday fellers. It's your old mate Georgie here.


    Well, me last few employment opportunities fell through so I thought I might give the old Israeli military a bit of a burl. Judging by the size of my filthy great schnozz I must havea bit of Israeli blood in me somewhere.

    Problem is I can't read the fuckin' mumbo jumbo Hebrew so have to try and interpret what the hell they're on about in their brochure (below) as best I fucking can.









    מיליוני אירו מאירופה להשקעה בישראשלום: ההסכמה לתכניתי חג לשכבות החלשות

    ,99,100 coming ready or not, Jesus."































    "מיליונים הובטחו לחינוך הדתי ונגנבואין 10 ח"כים שחשים מחויבות לתרופות"ה' טבת,הוסר איום השביתה בביה"ח הממשלתיים

    "Christ, it's been 3 fuckin' hours, we'll never find this 'Jesus' prick, let's just fuckin' give up."

























    מיליונים הובטחו לחינוך הדתי ונגנבוהוסר איום השביתה בביה"ח הממשלתיים

    "Yeah, mate, the dumpster lid's open, why do you ask?"
























    ה' טבתנסללה הדרך לתקציב 2007משפט ופליליםאין ח"כים שחשים מחויה' טבת,בות לתרופות"

    "Gahhh, fuckin' cork in me fuckin' rifle hole again, fuck, fuck, fcuk."



























    חדש ברמה"ש: מרכז צפרות חינוכיהשופט: המלחמה לא מקצרת 'עבודותשירות'

    "Well, fuck me. Hey. Fatty. What the fuck are you doing there?"






















    השופט: המלחמה לא מקצרת 'עבודותשירות'חדש ברמה"ש: ברנס: כשהמשטרה סוגרת על אדם הוא יישברמרכז צפרות חינוכי

    "Only one phone call, better call fuckin' George Nasr."
























    ברמה"ש: מרכ

    "You fuckin' idiot."

























    ברמה"ש: מרכז צפרות חינוכיברמה"ש: מרכז צפרות חינוכיברמה"ש: מרכז צפרות חינוכיברמה"ש: מרכז צפרות חינוכיברמה"ש: מרכז צפרות חינוכיברמה"ש: מרכז צפרות חינוכי

    "Sit tight, Gonzo, ol' Georgie'll whip his pants back on and be there in a jiffy."


























    "מיליונים הובטחו לחינוך הדתי ונגנבואין 10 ח"כים שחשים מחויבותה' טבתהוסר איום השביתה בביה הממשלתיים, לתרופות

    "Haha, this land mine'll blast some wog's nuts right off."









































    איך משפיעה התקשורת על שופטים?ד' טבתד' טבת,ספק ב'חוזק' הראיות נגד החשוד ברצח תאיר

    "Fuck me, are these bloody army hats top shit or what?"































    ד' טבת, כנס דיני ממונות: המלחמה - 'מכת מדינה'?ד' טגבאי: עשירים משקיעים פי 10 בחינוך

    "Gidday Hezbollah, I'm Gunter from fuckin' Berlin. You want to hop on that death train I mean, train over there?"

    Saturday, 27 October 2007

    US Civil Defense Warnings.


    Argument with the spouse?
    Let it go.
    File it away.
    Then cometh the hour, calmly proceed to your
    basement fallout shelter and lock that bitch out.


























    Dial L for Switzerland?
    No.
    Too obvious.
    That phone is A SUSPECT DEVICE.
    Report the phone to your local authorities IMMEDIATELY.


























    What the HELL are you doing with that torch?
    GET AWAY FROM THE GIANT SLAB OF CONCRETE ABOUT TO CRUSH YOUR GOD-BLAMED HEAD.

    (Note: Playing "Light Sabre In The Dark" is all good and well but
    NOT from the rubble at the bottom of the World Trade Center.



















    A car aerial this large will alert TERRORISTS
    as to your whereabouts WITHIN SECONDS.

    Be sensible.

    A coat hangar will suffice.






















    In the event of biological agents stripping your face of it's features and causing your body to grow to grotesque proportions:

    1. Proceed indoors in a calm, orderly fashion (mind your head.)

    2. Stay there, out of public view (for GODS' sake.)

    3. Await further instructions, ELEPHANT MAN.



















    Terrorists THRIVE on vague ambiguities.

    WALK AWAY before the seeds of indecision
    and paranoia can take deadly purchase.





















    In the event of a terrorist attack, quickly throttle yourself.
    Ignore the colours and move briskly towards the light.





















    This is an " interactive" diagram.

    1. Turn on your computer speakers.

    2. Press your nose close to the diagram.

    3. Smell anything?

    BACK UP, BEAKER.

    In the TIME you have WASTED reading this, a LETHAL NERVE GAS has infiltrated your computer whilst AGENT ORANGE has incapacitated your family and loved ones in the other room.

    Nice going, NOAM.





















    Terrorists can assume many forms. Trust no one.

































    As the biological agents take effect and you grow to monstrous size, remember to DUCK AND ROLL, concealing your face as your appearance becomes increasingly hideous.



















    Keep your head out of the clouds.
    Terrorists exploit overconfidence.



















    Ignore exits with over-sized red arrows partially jammed in the door.

    THESE ARE CLEARLY TERRORIST TRAPS.
















    This diagram is a working representation of what a worst
    case scenario TERRORIST ATTACK would look like.

    Don't be a hero.

    As you cower and stave off the inevitable, you may
    as well attempt to fellate yourself one last time.






















    To thwart the terrorist, one must think like the terrorist.
    Memorize elaborate escape routes.
    They are an integral part of the terrorist agenda.




















    Never leave your sliding doors even slightly open.
    Even a tiny gap is enough for THE EYES OF TERROR.
    EYES OF FLESH, EYES OF FLAME.
















    No, Broadway is not contaminated.

    Yes, you could try Broadway.

    INFIDEL.



















    In a civil emergency-induced food shortage DO NOT
    differentiate between certain types of fish and birds.

    The Terrorist will not concern himself with such trifling minutiae on JUDGMENT DAY.





















    GREEN WIRE? RED WIRE? GREEN? RED? Which one DAMNIT, which ONE????

    There are no wires.

    In your haste you have MISINTERPRETED THE DIAGRAM.

    A Trained Terrorist will pounce on your shortsighted, clumsy oafishness.

    Local Pair Banned From Bowling Alley

    AP Press, Oct 26 2007.

    Local man Mr Virgil Bartos and his parole officer have both been
    banned for life from a local bowling alley due to "lewd and lascivious
    behaviour" in front of a pair of 11-year old female bowlers.

    Messrs Bartos and Genes are now banned from all 12 local
    establishments said to be catering to pre-teen entertainment.



    Mr V. Bartos (right)
    and his parole officer.

    Friday, 26 October 2007

    Mr Yoneta & Mr Takahashi Nikon Photo Essay


    We search for petrochemical haze. But ironically, it is all around.









    Mr Takahashi has moved from rear to front. He is Young Man.











    "Irasshai, rashai!" Petrochemical haze partially
    eclipsed by tree and stupid buildings.










    On right is snot soup. Lorcal delicacy.











    Mr Yoneta (red jacket) has eye on middle-age fox (MILF) in distance.



















    "Irasshai, snot soup half price, omeeeh."












    Lorcal delicacy. Condor shit on Condor
    egg. On right is distilled snot soup.













    Nikon XP2000 is in foreground.

    In background, chopsticks encroach upon condor shit.















    Mr Yoneta (red jacket) is dress like pillock.













    "Haha, Pentax?! Baka ja nai?"












    Nikon camera. Not Pentax. LOLL.













    Nikon XP2000 with lens protector cap off.













    Nikon XP2000 in quiet repose.













    Nikon XP2000 glass lens has reflective qualities.














    Serial Number 6484098378.














    Tora-san look 20 feet tall but it is optical illusion.
    He is standing in foreground. Standing very, very still.