Bullgoose muscles in on Steely Dan
No seatbelts, but there is Bex and Aspro
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BULLGOOSE: Wedgy was here first, by a long shot
Five Charolais-cross steers went through Casino saleyards with Wedgy’s texta brand on their rumps
BULLGOOSE: Wes tries to chainsaw Christmas but is left with the trimmings
Bullgoose does a post Christmas review
BULLGOOSE: Unlikely ruminants flip the Standard for a roll in the hay
‘…the only people who should call themselves artists are the ones who can paint people in the nude.’
BULLGOOSE: Queensland may be bordering on Open, but the writing’s on the wall
There will be children, born in the Time of Covid, for whom Queensland is as exotic a location as Middle Earth or Kanye West’s backyard.
BULLGOOSE: The Little Drama Boy was enough to make a virgin saint unstable
The real meaning of songs like Hallelujah are tackled by Bullgoose.
BULLGOOSE: Two faster pastors make an unusual episode of neighbours
Wes rolled his eyes, pretending he’d copped a bit of cow manure in there
BULLGOOSE: Hey young adults, it’s no use fretting over getting to first bass
Bullgoose tackles the bass this week
