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You know what, I can honestly say I have NEVER had a kabbab. Pretty sad huh!

WTF? Hows that work?

Hey VL, You like Red Rooster? I'm kinda hungry.

I like fish and chips

Hey dave where is areo image? I need mine cut and srayed too. Also need som wing mounts done.

Hot pink!

Hey I wanna see em run

Awesome!

Easy as pie, my sister could do it

Meh, so he was in a good mood. 1 Happy joy joy encounter doesn't make up for the 1000+ bad ones IMO

Yeah gotta agree with ash, dont like it. Too unoriginal. No diclaimer - I tried

"Gentlemans Schnizle night at the Newmarket"

Nice. James I think we need to make a booking (I may be mistaken). We'll need a head count. Event section?

27th?

Sold!

There's another marvel on display which makes this night at the Newmarket so good. And it comes from a tiny little kitchen that pumps out the greatest Hungarian food in the neighbourhood, under the watchful eye of a former Blue Danube matriarch. Although I'm personally a sucker for the chicken parma, once you've sat in front of a schnitzel like this you know your life has changed for the better. It's so huge it resembles a wheel on a road train. And it comes with a side of creamy spinach that might not win any prettiness awards but tastes just dreamy. Put the two together and you've got a whole lotta smiling goin' on. It's this combination of tits 'n' schnitz, as it's affectionately known to regulars, that makes the Newmarket a sell out every Thursday. And before you go getting all thingy about checkin' out strippers over a plate of chow, let me assure you there's nary a pole nor bottle of reef oil in sight. Still, it's certified stripping action and the women will jiggle their assets (or "milk themselves like a cow", as one confused friend put it). The four, shall we say, performances start on the half hour, every hour from 8.30. In a pre-show meet 'n' greet the gals get around the room to introduce themselves and give you the opportunity to drop a few extra bucks in their plastic beer jug. Like I said, it's all class down at the Newmarket. Twenty minutes later a support crew resembling a lost platoon from Dad's Army take their places on the lights, music and props fronts. And so unfolds the entertainment. Moving between tables the gals unwind a routine that is often more choreographed than a Rock Eisteddfod. From elderly couples leaning over a Szegedine Goulash to a twenty something birthday party, various parts of the crowd provide a backdrop for performances that are ingeniously designed to make optimum use of space and, er, skill. And while the Lazy Susan routine is more amazing than sleazy, there's certainly the occasional cringeworthy moment. So hey, don't take yer mother. But on the whole, most folk ought have a decent night out, with a hefty feed and a few pots of CUB's finest, as this age old performance art continues to set a cracking pace in Inkerman Street, St. Kilda.

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"Oooooh" "Ahhhhh"

Well the drag cars they do are bloody quick!

Play nice.. :cuddle:

Yeah saw a lot of histhier work at Autosalon, pretty nice.

Fair comment

Hmmm wouldn't be a VL Turbo would it? I mean what is i that your doing to it? What sort of modsspecs?

MMm cousin has a 2003 M3, SO SEXY! Pretty sad to see everyone selling thier lines though

Yeah, very. I've been doing work for once! Scary huh. What u building?