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I once lived with a man who covered the entire wall of our shared (four people) bathroom with hard-core Dutch pornography. I asked him to take it down and he claimed it couldn’t be removed as it was ‘Art’. We had a yelling match that went for thirty minutes.
If you’ve ever shared a home with someone, (a roommate in the US, known as a housemate here in Australia) you most likely have a horror story like this (I hope yours is less gross). If you’ve argued over dishes, gotten annoyed at your roomie’s parties, messy girlfriend/boyfriend or inability to make rent on time you will find something you recognize in He Died with a Falafel in his Hand.
Do not read this book if you have a weak stomach, if you despair at the depths of squalor that human beings can sink to, if stories of passive aggressive post-it note battles and weed-smoking lassitude get you down. Do read it however if you like to laugh out loud, and want to go on a journey through what student, unemployed and renting life in Australia was like in the 1990s.
Birmingham takes his readers on a hilarious journey through the many, many homes he shared and the many, many weird and outrageous people he lived with, culminating in the housemate who inspired the book’s name, who did indeed die, and was found with a falafel (also called kebab in some jurisdictions) in his hand.
Don’t know how a bucket bong works? Birmingham will show you, with diagrams. Wonder what it would be like to have someone living in a closet in your home or in a tent in the lounge? Birmingham has done it, and you get to enjoy the chaos from a distance. Ever left your dirty dishes for so long that you’ve had to drag them out onto the lawn and hose them down? You guessed it, Birmingham has, and he shows it in all its grotty glory.
This book is a genuine Australian classic. In the 90s and early 000s John Birmingham was Australia’s answer to Hunter S. Thompson, writing scathing, biting Antipodean Gonzo with real humor (his obituary of the corrupt hillbilly dictator of Queensland, Joh Bjelke-Peterson is the rawest, fiercest example of the form I have ever read). He Died with a Falafel in his Hand is hilarious and appalling in equal measure, and should be given to anyone thinking of leaving their parent’s house in favor of shared housing, in order to ready them for the horrors they about to experience.
(One word of warning- there are a lot of Australianisms to be found here, and a slang app would be useful. I read this book in New Zealand and thought the often referenced backyard ‘Hills Hoists’ in the book were devices for removing car engines, leaving me with an image of Aussies as a people unreasonably obsessed with car maintenance. It was only three years later when I migrated that I learned that a Hills Hoist is a clothesline, and that Aussies are quite reasonably obsessed with drying their wet clothes.)
A Hills Hoist clothesline.
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if you’ve ever shared a home with someone, (a roommate in the us, known as a housemate here in australia) you most likely have a horror story like this (i hope yours is less gross). if you’ve argued over dishes, gotten annoyed at your roomie’s parties, messy girlfriend/boyfriend or inability to make rent on time you will find something you recognize in he died with a falafel in his hand.
do not read this book if you have a weak stomach, if you despair at the depths of squalor that human beings can sink to, if stories of passive aggressive post-it note battles and weed-smoking lassitude get you down. do read it however if you like to laugh out loud, and want to go on a journey through what student, unemployed and renting life in australia was like in the 1990s.
birmingham takes his readers on a hilarious journey through the many, many homes he shared and the many, many weird and outrageous people he lived with, culminating in the housemate who inspired the book’s name, who did indeed die, and was found with a falafel (also called kebab in some jurisdictions) in his hand.
don’t know how a bucket bong works? birmingham will show you, with diagrams. wonder what it would be like to have someone living in a closet in your home or in a tent in the lounge? birmingham has done it, and you get to enjoy the chaos from a distance. ever left your dirty dishes for so long that you’ve had to drag them out onto the lawn and hose them down? you guessed it, birmingham has, and he shows it in all its grotty glory.
this book is a genuine australian classic. in the 90s and early 000s john birmingham was australia’s answer to hunter s. thompson, writing scathing, biting antipodean gonzo with real humor (his obituary of the corrupt hillbilly dictator of queensland, joh bjelke-peterson is the rawest, fiercest example of the form i have ever read). he died with a falafel in his hand is hilarious and appalling in equal measure, and should be given to anyone thinking of leaving their parent’s house in favor of shared housing, in order to ready them for the horrors they about to experience.
(one word of warning- there are a lot of australianisms to be found here, and a slang app would be useful. i read this book in new zealand and thought the often referenced backyard ‘hills hoists’ in the book were devices for removing car engines, leaving me with an image of aussies as a people unreasonably obsessed with car maintenance. it was only three years later when i migrated that i learned that a hills hoist is a clothesline, and that aussies are quite reasonably obsessed with drying their wet clothes.)
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if you’ve ever shared a home with someone, (a roommate in the us, known as a housemate here in australia) you most likely have a horror story like this (i hope yours is less gross). if you’ve argued over dishes, gotten annoyed at your roomie’s parties, messy girlfriend/boyfriend or inability to make rent on time you will find something you recognize in he died with a falafel in his hand.
do not read this book if you have a weak stomach, if you despair at the depths of squalor that human beings can sink to, if stories of passive aggressive post-it note battles and weed-smoking lassitude get you down. do read it however if you like to laugh out loud, and want to go on a journey through what student, unemployed and renting life in australia was like in the 1990s.
birmingham takes his readers on a hilarious journey through the many, many homes he shared and the many, many weird and outrageous people he lived with, culminating in the housemate who inspired the book’s name, who did indeed die, and was found with a falafel (also called kebab in some jurisdictions) in his hand.
don’t know how a bucket bong works? birmingham will show you, with diagrams. wonder what it would be like to have someone living in a closet in your home or in a tent in the lounge? birmingham has done it, and you get to enjoy the chaos from a distance. ever left your dirty dishes for so long that you’ve had to drag them out onto the lawn and hose them down? you guessed it, birmingham has, and he shows it in all its grotty glory.
this book is a genuine australian classic. in the 90s and early 000s john birmingham was australia’s answer to hunter s. thompson, writing scathing, biting antipodean gonzo with real humor (his obituary of the corrupt hillbilly dictator of queensland, joh bjelke-peterson is the rawest, fiercest example of the form i have ever read). he died with a falafel in his hand is hilarious and appalling in equal measure, and should be given to anyone thinking of leaving their parent’s house in favor of shared housing, in order to ready them for the horrors they about to experience.
(one word of warning- there are a lot of australianisms to be found here, and a slang app would be useful. i read this book in new zealand and thought the often referenced backyard ‘hills hoists’ in the book were devices for removing car engines, leaving me with an image of aussies as a people unreasonably obsessed with car maintenance. it was only three years later when i migrated that i learned that a hills hoist is a clothesline, and that aussies are quite reasonably obsessed with drying their wet clothes.)
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if you’ve ever shared a home with someone, (a roommate in the us, known as a housemate here in australia) you most likely have a horror story like this (i hope yours is less gross). if you’ve argued over dishes, gotten annoyed at your roomie’s parties, messy girlfriend/boyfriend or inability to make rent on time you will find something you recognize in he died with a falafel in his hand.
do not read this book if you have a weak stomach, if you despair at the depths of squalor that human beings can sink to, if stories of passive aggressive post-it note battles and weed-smoking lassitude get you down. do read it however if you like to laugh out loud, and want to go on a journey through what student, unemployed and renting life in australia was like in the 1990s.
birmingham takes his readers on a hilarious journey through the many, many homes he shared and the many, many weird and outrageous people he lived with, culminating in the housemate who inspired the book’s name, who did indeed die, and was found with a falafel (also called kebab in some jurisdictions) in his hand.
don’t know how a bucket bong works? birmingham will show you, with diagrams. wonder what it would be like to have someone living in a closet in your home or in a tent in the lounge? birmingham has done it, and you get to enjoy the chaos from a distance. ever left your dirty dishes for so long that you’ve had to drag them out onto the lawn and hose them down? you guessed it, birmingham has, and he shows it in all its grotty glory.
this book is a genuine australian classic. in the 90s and early 000s john birmingham was australia’s answer to hunter s. thompson, writing scathing, biting antipodean gonzo with real humor (his obituary of the corrupt hillbilly dictator of queensland, joh bjelke-peterson is the rawest, fiercest example of the form i have ever read). he died with a falafel in his hand is hilarious and appalling in equal measure, and should be given to anyone thinking of leaving their parent’s house in favor of shared housing, in order to ready them for the horrors they about to experience.
(one word of warning- there are a lot of australianisms to be found here, and a slang app would be useful. i read this book in new zealand and thought the often referenced backyard ‘hills hoists’ in the book were devices for removing car engines, leaving me with an image of aussies as a people unreasonably obsessed with car maintenance. it was only three years later when i migrated that i learned that a hills hoist is a clothesline, and that aussies are quite reasonably obsessed with drying their wet clothes.)
a hills hoist clothesline. convey a "before you" and "after you" state of mind. A bibliography is a list of every i once lived with a man who covered the entire wall of our shared (four people) bathroom with hard-core dutch pornography. i asked him to take it down and he claimed it couldn’t be removed as it was ‘art’. we had a yelling match that went for thirty minutes.
if you’ve ever shared a home with someone, (a roommate in the us, known as a housemate here in australia) you most likely have a horror story like this (i hope yours is less gross). if you’ve argued over dishes, gotten annoyed at your roomie’s parties, messy girlfriend/boyfriend or inability to make rent on time you will find something you recognize in he died with a falafel in his hand.
do not read this book if you have a weak stomach, if you despair at the depths of squalor that human beings can sink to, if stories of passive aggressive post-it note battles and weed-smoking lassitude get you down. do read it however if you like to laugh out loud, and want to go on a journey through what student, unemployed and renting life in australia was like in the 1990s.
birmingham takes his readers on a hilarious journey through the many, many homes he shared and the many, many weird and outrageous people he lived with, culminating in the housemate who inspired the book’s name, who did indeed die, and was found with a falafel (also called kebab in some jurisdictions) in his hand.
don’t know how a bucket bong works? birmingham will show you, with diagrams. wonder what it would be like to have someone living in a closet in your home or in a tent in the lounge? birmingham has done it, and you get to enjoy the chaos from a distance. ever left your dirty dishes for so long that you’ve had to drag them out onto the lawn and hose them down? you guessed it, birmingham has, and he shows it in all its grotty glory.
this book is a genuine australian classic. in the 90s and early 000s john birmingham was australia’s answer to hunter s. thompson, writing scathing, biting antipodean gonzo with real humor (his obituary of the corrupt hillbilly dictator of queensland, joh bjelke-peterson is the rawest, fiercest example of the form i have ever read). he died with a falafel in his hand is hilarious and appalling in equal measure, and should be given to anyone thinking of leaving their parent’s house in favor of shared housing, in order to ready them for the horrors they about to experience.
(one word of warning- there are a lot of australianisms to be found here, and a slang app would be useful. i read this book in new zealand and thought the often referenced backyard ‘hills hoists’ in the book were devices for removing car engines, leaving me with an image of aussies as a people unreasonably obsessed with car maintenance. it was only three years later when i migrated that i learned that a hills hoist is a clothesline, and that aussies are quite reasonably obsessed with drying their wet clothes.)
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We ordered the sampler platter and everything i once lived with a man who covered the entire wall of our shared (four people) bathroom with hard-core dutch pornography. i asked him to take it down and he claimed it couldn’t be removed as it was ‘art’. we had a yelling match that went for thirty minutes.
if you’ve ever shared a home with someone, (a roommate in the us, known as a housemate here in australia) you most likely have a horror story like this (i hope yours is less gross). if you’ve argued over dishes, gotten annoyed at your roomie’s parties, messy girlfriend/boyfriend or inability to make rent on time you will find something you recognize in he died with a falafel in his hand.
do not read this book if you have a weak stomach, if you despair at the depths of squalor that human beings can sink to, if stories of passive aggressive post-it note battles and weed-smoking lassitude get you down. do read it however if you like to laugh out loud, and want to go on a journey through what student, unemployed and renting life in australia was like in the 1990s.
birmingham takes his readers on a hilarious journey through the many, many homes he shared and the many, many weird and outrageous people he lived with, culminating in the housemate who inspired the book’s name, who did indeed die, and was found with a falafel (also called kebab in some jurisdictions) in his hand.
don’t know how a bucket bong works? birmingham will show you, with diagrams. wonder what it would be like to have someone living in a closet in your home or in a tent in the lounge? birmingham has done it, and you get to enjoy the chaos from a distance. ever left your dirty dishes for so long that you’ve had to drag them out onto the lawn and hose them down? you guessed it, birmingham has, and he shows it in all its grotty glory.
this book is a genuine australian classic. in the 90s and early 000s john birmingham was australia’s answer to hunter s. thompson, writing scathing, biting antipodean gonzo with real humor (his obituary of the corrupt hillbilly dictator of queensland, joh bjelke-peterson is the rawest, fiercest example of the form i have ever read). he died with a falafel in his hand is hilarious and appalling in equal measure, and should be given to anyone thinking of leaving their parent’s house in favor of shared housing, in order to ready them for the horrors they about to experience.
(one word of warning- there are a lot of australianisms to be found here, and a slang app would be useful. i read this book in new zealand and thought the often referenced backyard ‘hills hoists’ in the book were devices for removing car engines, leaving me with an image of aussies as a people unreasonably obsessed with car maintenance. it was only three years later when i migrated that i learned that a hills hoist is a clothesline, and that aussies are quite reasonably obsessed with drying their wet clothes.)
a hills hoist clothesline. was delicious. On the exterior, noticeable changes include q9c black z06 wheels with yellow stripe, yellow brake calipers, corvette racing i once lived with a man who covered the entire wall of our shared (four people) bathroom with hard-core dutch pornography. i asked him to take it down and he claimed it couldn’t be removed as it was ‘art’. we had a yelling match that went for thirty minutes.
if you’ve ever shared a home with someone, (a roommate in the us, known as a housemate here in australia) you most likely have a horror story like this (i hope yours is less gross). if you’ve argued over dishes, gotten annoyed at your roomie’s parties, messy girlfriend/boyfriend or inability to make rent on time you will find something you recognize in he died with a falafel in his hand.
do not read this book if you have a weak stomach, if you despair at the depths of squalor that human beings can sink to, if stories of passive aggressive post-it note battles and weed-smoking lassitude get you down. do read it however if you like to laugh out loud, and want to go on a journey through what student, unemployed and renting life in australia was like in the 1990s.
birmingham takes his readers on a hilarious journey through the many, many homes he shared and the many, many weird and outrageous people he lived with, culminating in the housemate who inspired the book’s name, who did indeed die, and was found with a falafel (also called kebab in some jurisdictions) in his hand.
don’t know how a bucket bong works? birmingham will show you, with diagrams. wonder what it would be like to have someone living in a closet in your home or in a tent in the lounge? birmingham has done it, and you get to enjoy the chaos from a distance. ever left your dirty dishes for so long that you’ve had to drag them out onto the lawn and hose them down? you guessed it, birmingham has, and he shows it in all its grotty glory.
this book is a genuine australian classic. in the 90s and early 000s john birmingham was australia’s answer to hunter s. thompson, writing scathing, biting antipodean gonzo with real humor (his obituary of the corrupt hillbilly dictator of queensland, joh bjelke-peterson is the rawest, fiercest example of the form i have ever read). he died with a falafel in his hand is hilarious and appalling in equal measure, and should be given to anyone thinking of leaving their parent’s house in favor of shared housing, in order to ready them for the horrors they about to experience.
(one word of warning- there are a lot of australianisms to be found here, and a slang app would be useful. i read this book in new zealand and thought the often referenced backyard ‘hills hoists’ in the book were devices for removing car engines, leaving me with an image of aussies as a people unreasonably obsessed with car maintenance. it was only three years later when i migrated that i learned that a hills hoist is a clothesline, and that aussies are quite reasonably obsessed with drying their wet clothes.)
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if you’ve ever shared a home with someone, (a roommate in the us, known as a housemate here in australia) you most likely have a horror story like this (i hope yours is less gross). if you’ve argued over dishes, gotten annoyed at your roomie’s parties, messy girlfriend/boyfriend or inability to make rent on time you will find something you recognize in he died with a falafel in his hand.
do not read this book if you have a weak stomach, if you despair at the depths of squalor that human beings can sink to, if stories of passive aggressive post-it note battles and weed-smoking lassitude get you down. do read it however if you like to laugh out loud, and want to go on a journey through what student, unemployed and renting life in australia was like in the 1990s.
birmingham takes his readers on a hilarious journey through the many, many homes he shared and the many, many weird and outrageous people he lived with, culminating in the housemate who inspired the book’s name, who did indeed die, and was found with a falafel (also called kebab in some jurisdictions) in his hand.
don’t know how a bucket bong works? birmingham will show you, with diagrams. wonder what it would be like to have someone living in a closet in your home or in a tent in the lounge? birmingham has done it, and you get to enjoy the chaos from a distance. ever left your dirty dishes for so long that you’ve had to drag them out onto the lawn and hose them down? you guessed it, birmingham has, and he shows it in all its grotty glory.
this book is a genuine australian classic. in the 90s and early 000s john birmingham was australia’s answer to hunter s. thompson, writing scathing, biting antipodean gonzo with real humor (his obituary of the corrupt hillbilly dictator of queensland, joh bjelke-peterson is the rawest, fiercest example of the form i have ever read). he died with a falafel in his hand is hilarious and appalling in equal measure, and should be given to anyone thinking of leaving their parent’s house in favor of shared housing, in order to ready them for the horrors they about to experience.
(one word of warning- there are a lot of australianisms to be found here, and a slang app would be useful. i read this book in new zealand and thought the often referenced backyard ‘hills hoists’ in the book were devices for removing car engines, leaving me with an image of aussies as a people unreasonably obsessed with car maintenance. it was only three years later when i migrated that i learned that a hills hoist is a clothesline, and that aussies are quite reasonably obsessed with drying their wet clothes.)
a hills hoist clothesline. enjoy a chilled beer from the local cafe. Rates are for single or double occupancy and include a hearty breakfast, 214 using food from the farm as available. Linde is a leading industrial gases and engineering company with pro i once lived with a man who covered the entire wall of our shared (four people) bathroom with hard-core dutch pornography. i asked him to take it down and he claimed it couldn’t be removed as it was ‘art’. we had a yelling match that went for thirty minutes.
if you’ve ever shared a home with someone, (a roommate in the us, known as a housemate here in australia) you most likely have a horror story like this (i hope yours is less gross). if you’ve argued over dishes, gotten annoyed at your roomie’s parties, messy girlfriend/boyfriend or inability to make rent on time you will find something you recognize in he died with a falafel in his hand.
do not read this book if you have a weak stomach, if you despair at the depths of squalor that human beings can sink to, if stories of passive aggressive post-it note battles and weed-smoking lassitude get you down. do read it however if you like to laugh out loud, and want to go on a journey through what student, unemployed and renting life in australia was like in the 1990s.
birmingham takes his readers on a hilarious journey through the many, many homes he shared and the many, many weird and outrageous people he lived with, culminating in the housemate who inspired the book’s name, who did indeed die, and was found with a falafel (also called kebab in some jurisdictions) in his hand.
don’t know how a bucket bong works? birmingham will show you, with diagrams. wonder what it would be like to have someone living in a closet in your home or in a tent in the lounge? birmingham has done it, and you get to enjoy the chaos from a distance. ever left your dirty dishes for so long that you’ve had to drag them out onto the lawn and hose them down? you guessed it, birmingham has, and he shows it in all its grotty glory.
this book is a genuine australian classic. in the 90s and early 000s john birmingham was australia’s answer to hunter s. thompson, writing scathing, biting antipodean gonzo with real humor (his obituary of the corrupt hillbilly dictator of queensland, joh bjelke-peterson is the rawest, fiercest example of the form i have ever read). he died with a falafel in his hand is hilarious and appalling in equal measure, and should be given to anyone thinking of leaving their parent’s house in favor of shared housing, in order to ready them for the horrors they about to experience.
(one word of warning- there are a lot of australianisms to be found here, and a slang app would be useful. i read this book in new zealand and thought the often referenced backyard ‘hills hoists’ in the book were devices for removing car engines, leaving me with an image of aussies as a people unreasonably obsessed with car maintenance. it was only three years later when i migrated that i learned that a hills hoist is a clothesline, and that aussies are quite reasonably obsessed with drying their wet clothes.)
a hills hoist clothesline. forma sales of usd 28 billion eur 24 billion. I once lived with a man who covered the entire wall of our shared (four people) bathroom with hard-core dutch pornography. i asked him to take it down and he claimed it couldn’t be removed as it was ‘art’. we had a yelling match that went for thirty minutes.
if you’ve ever shared a home with someone, (a roommate in the us, known as a housemate here in australia) you most likely have a horror story like this (i hope yours is less gross). if you’ve argued over dishes, gotten annoyed at your roomie’s parties, messy girlfriend/boyfriend or inability to make rent on time you will find something you recognize in he died with a falafel in his hand.
do not read this book if you have a weak stomach, if you despair at the depths of squalor that human beings can sink to, if stories of passive aggressive post-it note battles and weed-smoking lassitude get you down. do read it however if you like to laugh out loud, and want to go on a journey through what student, unemployed and renting life in australia was like in the 1990s.
birmingham takes his readers on a hilarious journey through the many, many homes he shared and the many, many weird and outrageous people he lived with, culminating in the housemate who inspired the book’s name, who did indeed die, and was found with a falafel (also called kebab in some jurisdictions) in his hand.
don’t know how a bucket bong works? birmingham will show you, with diagrams. wonder what it would be like to have someone living in a closet in your home or in a tent in the lounge? birmingham has done it, and you get to enjoy the chaos from a distance. ever left your dirty dishes for so long that you’ve had to drag them out onto the lawn and hose them down? you guessed it, birmingham has, and he shows it in all its grotty glory.
this book is a genuine australian classic. in the 90s and early 000s john birmingham was australia’s answer to hunter s. thompson, writing scathing, biting antipodean gonzo with real humor (his obituary of the corrupt hillbilly dictator of queensland, joh bjelke-peterson is the rawest, fiercest example of the form i have ever read). he died with a falafel in his hand is hilarious and appalling in equal measure, and should be given to anyone thinking of leaving their parent’s house in favor of shared housing, in order to ready them for the horrors they about to experience.
(one word of warning- there are a lot of australianisms to be found here, and a slang app would be useful. i read this book in new zealand and thought the often referenced backyard ‘hills hoists’ in the book were devices for removing car engines, leaving me with an image of aussies as a people unreasonably obsessed with car maintenance. it was only three years later when i migrated that i learned that a hills hoist is a clothesline, and that aussies are quite reasonably obsessed with drying their wet clothes.)
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