!show us ya tits a tale of the fabled urban mythology writ large and lively a veritable feast of a story brought to youse to sup upon forever and a day-cheerfully brung your way by us clever wastrels at the mullers and packers union of australia

!Show us ya tits a tale of the fabled urban mythology writ large and lively a veritable feast of a story brought to youse to sup upon forever and a day-cheerfully brung your way this happy day by us clever wastrels here at the mullers and packers union of australia.

                              

Hail fellows well met less met and as yet unmet. 

A big fat welcome back and the heartiest of good health and a rude cheer to ye all.

For all youse fellas, youse clever dextrous workers and scandalous scoundrels from all walks of life and from all over the years of life and the times yet to come.

                        here’s a ripping good yarn for all.

Amen for youse all.

Ah men.

Engineering-it’s like maths but louder.

Lounge supine in that banana chair. Kick back in your Jason recliner. Sprawl artlessly in that there bean bag. Rip the tab offa your tinnie, pop open those crisps packets and spliff the fuk up kiddies. Let’s  get this story goin'

            !show us ya tits. A salaciously short story. 

Once upon a time in the all too recent past

I met this fella across a rowdy dancin’ rockin dj and a great rugby game on all the screens the liquor license would allow for.

Spilling out across tables the footpath up onto the verge all toe tappin’ wisecrackin’ bonhomie.

Heaps a kids. Lovely.

Rock and rollicking.

I meet a man all craggy devil handsomely cheeky. Far and away more cheekier and smart arsey-er stronger than me.

Sparkly fun.

At one point, across a bunch of us, across tables of goodtimers he says leaning into me

 -show us your tits

our eyes and grins flashing across the sparkle

 -show us your dick I lean back at him.

Arc that.

We stare pointed looks at each others’ tits and nether regions and back up at each other.

Lascivious. Licentious even.

Big bad wolf smiles pass between us.

-Show us ya tits

-Show us ya cock.

He pulls forward his work pants leans in and scoops up and under his testes in a half mime as he shows off for me and for my eyes only.

I lift up my top and lean across and into him not touching each other no

my hands cupping under my bra cupped titties.

Arc the fuck that up.

Offer it up.

This mime and dance of  dirty sexuality happens more than once across the darkening skies of early autumn daylight saving time.

He is fatal.

Across the din and cheeky frustrations and flirtations of the late afternoon I see him and his mate leave.

I make my excuses and head off after them.

He is in his car, key in the ignition by the time I catch him up.

I make the rolldownyawindow motion as I walk up to the driver’s door.

He does.

We smile big.

He says

-show us your tits.

This time I do.

I lift my top up leaning forward a little, as I free my boobs from my bra.

I stand up shoulders back, proud as he motions for me to lift my top higher

and so I do.

I hold soft fold my hands under my breasts, and we look at each other and at him watchin’ me watching him look at my tits.

No one says anything. Not me not him not his mate.

-they’re beautiful he says.

-thankyou.

We stay in a tableau of gaze and electricity.

I begin to shimmy and let my top fall as our eyes lock all large pupils dilating shiny darkness

the big bad wolf grin is back between us.

We say goodnight as he starts his vehicle.

I step back and outta his path as he indicates, pulls out into the traffic and drives off.

                                   Offer it up.

                                

                                

                                   fini

                                 How sweet is that
       my little crème catalanas and hazelnut gateaux

          a lusty slice of the finest that life has on offer

                a flirt of epic proportions to reignite
                                 and recalibrate 
                     our sometimes somnolent palette...

                from all us stumblers jugglers’ minstrels 
               tumblers and carnies here at the mpua hq

                                      it’s time for us to

                     make like the bananas and split

                              !hasta la vista bebeeese

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