Don't talk to me about the 'Wiggles'. When I was a boy we had the 'Shovels', four guys dressed in leather who used to come around and beat the living daylights out you with garden tools and yeah . . . we had cold spaghetti but it was only on Christmas day and we didn't make a song and dance about it.  There was also no waking up Jeff because Jeff was dead! Shot in the eye for thinking about sleep.

So Greg Page has opened his cock hole and is now crying to the world that he has orthostatic intolerance.  When I was a boy we dreamed of having orthostatic intolerance. My brother was lucky enough to get it for his third birthday. He swapped it for a poke in the eye with a rusty fork two days later and when my Pappy found out he was sent to live with the local paedophile and we never saw him again.

And now Greg Page is giving up because he feels dizzy. What a coward! No wonder they made him wear the yellow skivvy.  If you tried pulling that shit in my day you would be dragged out to the whipping shed and whipped with a cat of twelve tails, hung by the neck until you were dead then dressed up as a ballerina and shot in the mouth. Then you would be sent home the long way with no pants on. That's what we did with cowards back then.

Who cares if you feel dizzy? that doesn't mean you can stop work. In my day even if you got fired from a job it didn't mean you could stop work. We used to get fired for working too hard but even that didn't stop us. My mate got fired for working so hard that he dropped dead and he's still working there.

The Wiggles are faggots!

                                                       High five, don't leave me hangin'