Garry Sock's Wedding (10/15)
Fri 12 September 1980
Hey Poo guests. Start throwing your rice or if you don't like
Chinese cooking, your confetti and old sausages, at our happy couple. Garry
Sock, son of Mr and Mrs Sock of Fibro Park West and Natasha Sock (nee
Merillsnapyourneckoff), one time darling of the Don Cossacks and now two ton
truck chucker in the lucky country.
What are you crying for Dana? Are you sad that your brother
Garry's got married?
No, I just got hit in the eye with a fist full of rice.
I understand how you feel Dana. But look at it this way.
Um, like this?
No, no. Squint your eyes a bit more. Yes, that's it. See,
you're not losing a brother, he's got his name and address on a piece of paper
pinned to his chest. He'll find his way home.
O Dana, Dana, Dana.
O it's my bum, I mean my Mum.
Dana, where've you been for the last week?
I've been away for a whole year, Mum.
Have you? O well, I've been a bit busy lately, what with the
wedding and all.
You, Dad. No, me Dad. You Dana.
I can't take him anywhere.
Well everyone. This is Dr Poo.
And Doctor, this is my family.
Sound of chickens clucking
What a load of old socks. Ha ha ha.
Well Dr Poop. Have you got transport to the reception.
Ah, it's Poo actually.
O you run on that natural gas, do you? I thought about
converting the car to that but the chooks aren't up to it.
No, no I've got my inter galactic time and space toilet
parked out the front.
Well Poo fans, the Doctor's got wheels but you'll have to squeeze into your radios if you want a lift to the next free piss up on Dr Poo-oo!
Transcribed by Phil from his own off-air recording.
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