Loading ...Reminds me of the old bushy sitting in the pub at Quilpie. A woman comes in, gets a drink and grabs a stool at the bar next to him. “Are you an old bushy?” “Yairrr, I am that” he says. “I been rounding up sheep since I was four. I’ve used dogs, horses, quad bikes and choppers. I’ve shot more dingoes and roos than I can remember, lived off the land for months at a time on the half million acre station, fixed thousands of miles of fences, poisoned millions of rabbits – yairrr, I’m an old bushy. What are you?”
“I’m a lesbian.” says she. “Ahhh yair, and what does a lesbian do?” “Well, I think about women all the time,” she replies. “I think about women with no clothes, having sex with them, loving them – non-stop.” “Ummmm.” he says pensively.
She moves on and a young couple arrive, plonk themselves down next to the bushy and say “are you an old bushy?” “Wellll, ” he ponders “I always thought so, but it turns out I’m a lesbian.”