Adelaide
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“This city ain't big enough for the both of us.. no really it isn't.”
~ John Wayne on Adelaide
“Which way to Centrelink?.”
~ Common Adelaide Bogan on Adelaide
“I was walking down the street in Adelaide, which is rare because usually you get murdered...”
~ Stand-up comedian on Adelaide
Adelaide (Adelaida southernensis) is one of Australia's largest farms. Named after eminent time-travelling documentary presenter Sir David Adelaide (often mistakenly spelled "Attenborough"), it was once the capital of South Australia and in its heyday had a population of just over one million people, of which only 999,750 were suspected to be fictitious. Sadly, the population was reduced to two mangy cats and a batty old witch called Judith "Tabitha" McFee, after the vicious and bloody Drop Bear attacks of 2003. Today it is a sorry place, fraught with danger, with its many gothic-style churches being refurbished as Drop Bear bordellos. Adelaide's climate is rather hot, being about half a mile from the sun - the temperature swelters and causes permanent brain damage to whats left of the population.
These pubs are heavily patronised by the vagrant adherents of the Brotherhood of Outback Blokeism, a religion whose tenets include wearing smelly blue singlets, swearing and the consumption of beer. These macho and fearless men, with their small number of "shiela" consorts, have come to linger in Adelaide for long periods whilst passing through, despite the presence of Drop Bears. Reports indicate, somewhat incredibly, that they are known to frequenty strangle Drop Bears to death with only their bare feet. Thus, while largely a ghost town with a populace of 1, Adelaide's transient population often swells to almost 17,000 hardened individuals, causing the main thoroughfare, King's Willy Street, to resound with raucous merriment.
[edit] History
Adelaide was officially proclaimed a city on the second Sunday after the first full moon after the March Equinox in 2049 BC, and again three weeks afterward by (disciple). Although this would put the celebration of this event one week after Easter, for some reason the locals instead celebrate it on the same week as everyone else's Easter, changing the name and the purpose of the festival. The chocolate-eating tradition of this, the Adelaide Proclamation Day festival soon caught on in other states, and now Australia eats more chocolate per capita than any other nation, except for Cadbury Nation, which really can't help it because everything in it, even lettuce, is made of chocolate. The little-known Chocolate Wars of 1976 were in a large part due to this voracious Australian appetite for chocolate. The Royal Australian Army attacked the peaceful Cadbury Nation in a surprise attack, kidnapping its cizitens (who are also all made of chocolate) and subsequently feasting on them. But we digest, I mean digress.
In 1987, Adelaide was sold to Christopher Skase's company Quintex for NZ$ 8 million (approximately 76 US cents) and was subsequently moved to Perth. Three years later, Adelaide celebrity Anne Wills, renowned for being fat and jolly on local television, nicked off with it and returned it on the back of her ute to its original location, with the help of Adelaide's patron, Space Goat.
Prior to its effective destruction and subsequent colonisation by Drop Bears, Adelaide was a socially progressive city. Adelaide's greatest achievement was in 2001 when its denizens convinced the Kintiser, Lord of Perth, to help govern the city according to the principles of Marxism and The Teletubbies. Also, in 1894, it made the world first decision to allow the area's indigenous population the vote. In the same agreement, the power to vote and hold land was taken away from the local white population. A prominent figure at the time, one Mr John Howard, was quoted as saying, "Well, they were here first, so I don't see why they shouldn't have these special rights. I am very sorry for all the troubles we have caused them."
The right to vote was not restored to the white people of the city until the White Australia Policy came into effect in 1902.
All things considered, however, nothing too far out of the ordinary ever really happened in Adelaide. One event of note occurred in 2002, shortly before the city's demise: the evil robot Robotcha landed just beyond the city's outskirts at a place called Mt. Lofty, and was generally observed to be acting in a rather stroppy manner. After going on a rampage through the city, he was finally stopped by the legendary, mysterious, hat-with-dangling-corks-wearing local hitman known as Attrebus (don't mess with him mate he'll bloody murder you). Robotcha caused a total of 424 million Ostrayan dollars in damage, mostly to the city's renowned Shrine of Pretentious Oddness: a colossal pair of fossilised robot testicles locals worshipped as a pagan idol, displayed in the main retail district of Trundle Mall. However, destructive vendettas of this nature by gargantuan flying robots have been seen to take place recurringly in many cities around the world, most notably in Oslo, Tokyo, and Adelaide's sister city, Chernobyl.
Just yesterday, the 1 millionth person to be murdered was murdered. They were shot dead at Gun Point by gunpoint. Drop Bears officially declared the victim dead at 82:2100 hours. Media sources have claimed responsibility for the event, some even making headlines.
[edit] Landmarks
The Festive Theatre, located aside the Riviera Torrens in the Shite, is a stunning example of contemporary Adelaidian architecture. Its designer, now deceased and forgotten, assembled a series of paper napkins on the foreshore, and dug a rather large hole inside, which caters for poorly-executed auditions of Australian Idol and replays of the Powahs loss to Peelong to amuse stoned Cows fans.
Big W locates its headquarters in the city's tallest building, with a bright red logo embedded atop. Covered in 80's decore, its mud-brick facade reeks of outdated and disintegrating excrements extracted from the banks of the Riviera Nile, which was transported to Adelaide as part of the AWB's numerous shit-for-cash deals. This building is also known as the "tallest building in the city, but isn't fucking tall at all!" For comparison, Aunty George's left testicle is bigger than it.
Adelaide has several completely useless unique landmarks, including the only roundabout in Ostraya with traffic lights and a prominiently large supermarket somewhere in the middle of West Shakes.
The city's biggest attraction is a cemetery in the city. The deceased are hung from treetops to feed the birds and other dark coloured things. The unique feature of the cemetery is that the gravestones are laid out so that children can learn their timetables up to 133,532,123 by reading the numbers and the name of the person who invented that number. Unsurprisingly, it is a refuge for aspiring teenagers willing to lose their virginity in front of stoned, drunk and murderous people about.
Some 3,000 years ago, A giant kangaroo laid droppings on the Bay foreshore and was transformed into an amusement park by Eastern European developers sometime in the 10th Century. Its testimony failed to last, and was replaced by plastick sticks and play-doh, constructed by kids who were hell bent on winning the sandcastle competition some time ago. The structure is now adamantly named the Beach House, and is serviced by the Crammed Trammes extension which opened over a month ago.
Also near the beach is a place referred to by locals as Semaphore, which is just like Blackpool, only crappier.
Amy's Stadium is an exemplar of shithouse urban planning envisioned by a couple of tadpoles from the West Shakes region when it was a swamp. It was originally designed to cater for frog-leaping events, now dormant and is used for football.
Just to the north of the Shite, is a place called North Shite (Not to be confused with North Shite, also found in Sidnee). Home to bewildered hairless grandmothers, who suckle at coffee and voice opposition to the logging of trees within a 50-mile radius of their homes in order to 'Save the Caterpillars'. Their attempts have since failed, with the passing of the elderly nutcase and local hero Johnny H, an Aboriginal tranvestite who parades King Billy Streak in tights.
5 year old children are assigned under slave like conditions by Drop Bears to paint and decorate the city's trams which do nothing more than reveal the extent of the educational intelligence found in this place. Stick figures, and all three colours of the colorphabet adorn the whimsical snooty tooty clang danging wheelie bins running down King Billy Streak.
Should one visit during the month of Marx, where many hippies plague the town with their tone-deaf musical melodies and multi-coloured party tents, you will find 99.99% of the population stoned, drunk or murdering someone within. This is supposed to be the most festive season in the Jewish calendar, after Ramadan and Christmas.
[edit] Current Events
The Emperor Media Mike Rammed is overseas. Everyone is stoned and drunk, and an 82 year old grandmother was brutally slashed to death by meat-cleaver wielding Drop Bears from Paradise Hills.
Your grandmother was on the news last night whinging about Bevin 'Whinger' Foley. The news also committed 79& of its broadcasting time, whinging about you and your grandmother and everyone else who whinged.
People are whinging about Amy's Stadium. The Emperor Media Mike Rammed whinged from Tijuana, Mexico to tell the people to shut the fuck up. They whinged back, and now Mr Fatrick Condom is left to deal with the situation. All he has done since is whinge, whilst whinging that 'Nexy' is the new word for 'Sexy'. Stoners, who are considered highly intelligent, cannot decipher what he just said, and are in the process of recruiting meat-cleaver wielding Drop Bears from Paradise Hills to shut him up.
Mad Marx is here! 73% of the population have fled the city to get stoned, drunk and murderous in a cubby house assembled in the city's parks. We are yet to hear of any survivors. Hippies have chained themselves to trees and are mumbling incoherently to a boring crowd of virgin teenagers elsewhere.
You are shagging your cousin. Drop Bears will now kick your fucking ass.
Bevin Rudd (who is Bevin Foley's father) doesn't give a shit about Adelaide. He enjoys snorting cocaine off the toilet bowl in Parliament House.
Somehow, David Hicks relocation to Sydney bothers you. Drop Bears are launching protests for him to be extradited back home. His sentence in Sydney is predicted to last longer than Guantanamo Bay, according to a CNNN Prediction Bullshit poll.
Anne Willis flamboyantly chugged down a West End with elite Drop Bear commandos. She feels that we need to replicate her boobs adjacent the silver testicles in Randell Mall. That way, more stoners and drunks can lose their virginity there.
A prediction poll conducted by CNNN has found that 91% of Adelaidians whinge. The response has since been overwhelming, with close to 1.1 million responses whinging that they dont whinge.
Supposedly 100% of statistics are made up, which has infuriated whingers who are whinging furthermore.
[edit] Before the Carnage
Adelaide claimed to be a prominent centre for both the fine and the crude arts, and was home to some of Ostraya's most famous festivals, including the municipally acclaimed WORMAdelaide (a delightful congregation of people from all over the world who can’t sing or play instruments coming together for a solid week of music-making, funded by the government (in vegemite)) and the Fringe Festival (so called because it was held, and entirely based, in John Howard’s large bushy eyebrows and receding fringe). Adelaidians thus customarily had the legend “The Festival State” proudly embossed on the rear of their motor vehicles. Another phrase commonly used for this purpose promoted the state of South Australia as the “Gateway to the Outback”, although of course the whole state cannot be a gateway to a thing contained almost entirely within itself.
Skyscrapers in Adelaide were traditionally painted with brightly-coloured racing stripes down their sides. This was done in remembrance of the many shenanigans denizens undertook pursuing the obscure pastime of Gromp Rei (outlawed in the city's ancient past), but mosty because wanky architects thought the skyscrapers looked really sexy that way. The practice actually only made the buildings about 3% more erotic.
Rupert Murdoch originally came from Adelaide, although the denizens of the city sealed that information away until such a time as Hell froze over, so as to prevent other similar obnoxious people from immigrating in a gregarious-ish mood and getting the nice new airport terminal all dirty. Although Hell has not yet (officially) frozen over, the information is now free to the general public, in light of the fact that there are no Adelaide denizens left to care. The terminal is now a Drop Bear bordello owned by Amanda Vanstone. wooooooooooooooooooooooooooo adelaide
[edit] The Drop Bear Invasion
After the attacks, in order to prevent further bloodshed, Federal Parliament designated the city and its environs as the National Drop Bear Sanctuary, and 90% of Ostraya's Drop Bears fell under the protection of the mighty Kintiser (who always administered his civic duties to the city from his single-bedroom flat in Perth) on the site. A tenuous accord was reached between Judith and the beasts, allowing her to live in relative comfort in the air-conditioning system of the Town Hall, with the freedom to shriek and cackle as she pleases. Some time later the Kintiser was ambushed by nearly 500 Drop Bears in a public lavatory near the Fremantle Railway Station, and was messily devoured. The incident pertained to a quarrel between the Drop Bears and the Kintiser over the latter's failure to provide an adequate supply of umbrella pornography. After this, the Drop Bears were granted self-administration, which was successful for a time, until the Queensland government, under Sir Joe Bjkjkljkjkljjlky-Petersham, surreptitiously drained the River Murray into a large tank for nefarious purposes that as yet remain unknown. With Adelaide's water supply cut off, the Drop Bears migrated and staged a mass protest outside Parliament House in Canberra. They were consequently deported to the sulfur mines in the Philippines, ridding Ostraya to a large extent of one of its principal scourges.
However, most (but by no means all) of the remaining 10% of Ostraya's Drop Bears have now moved into the sanctuary to take advantage of self-government and liberal prostitution laws. Therefore, although water has begun to be imported from Iceland (and also piped in cheaply from contaminated reservoirs in Sydney), Adelaide remains a treacherous place to be, especially since staplers and pudding are now supected to also be present in the city. The Drop Bears, both in Adelaide and the Philippines, are rumoured to be plotting their next offensive - BEWARE.
[edit] Economy
(The author laughs hysterically for three quarters of an hour.)
...Aaaah, no, seriously, I'll give it a go. Founded as a non-convict, ergo non-slave-labour colony, Adelaide's early economy relied on settlers buying their land, and employing other Europeans to work for money. With no local goldfields, citizens hoped to get rich with agriculture. God laughed hysterically at them for three quarters of an hour and further reduced the region's annual rainfall, down to two sevenths of a millimetre. Despite this, the city slowly grew until 1939 when local-cherry-farmer-turned-acting-premier-of-South-Australia Thomas Playford sent enough anonymous threatening letters to Federal Government officials to have Ostraya's World War Two production facilities constructed in Adelaide. After the war, a wide range of electrical goods were made in Adelaide (a fact difficult to believe for modern consumers) and decorated war hero General Motors contracted Holden (one of many renowned firms somehow founded in Adelaide, others including News Corporation, Boost Juice, Lloyd's of London, and Auntie Shazza's Fluffy Dice Emporium) to make car bodies. "Springtime for Hitler" had given way to "Springtime for Adelaide", which was much the same thing.
However, by the turn of the century, increased competition (for money, by the government) saw a downsizing in Adelaide's manufacturing sector and its economy in general. Analysts predicted it was only a matter of time before the perpetually troubled Mitsubishi plant closed its doors, due to the phrase "are you a Ford, Holden or Mitsubishi man?" is not making it in into the popular lexicon. An economy based on aged care, telemarketing and Centrelink-form-processing began to emerge.
After the rape of by Drop Bears, the economy of Adelaide is now divided into two reasonably distinct sub-economy-type-things. The desultory bogans of the B.O.B. barter simply, for their day-to-day needs and wants, using mostly VB or other poor-quality beer. The Drop Bear economy on the other hand consists almost exclusively of umbrellas, so-called "pornographic" images of said umbrellas, and prostitution of said umbrellas in their bordellos. Drop Bears like umbrellas. I don't know what to tell you.
It is also important to note that according to the latest governmental statistics, a large portion of Adelaide's economy is based on marijuana. Being even before the Drop Bear invasion the mariujana capital of Ostraya, 75% of the country's bikies have migrated to Adelaide looking to participate in the booming pot trade that made, and still makes, the City of Churches a city of stoners. This of course contibutes to Adelaide's insanely vibrant nightlife, detailed above, helping make it by far the most "happenin'" party destination in Ostraya and a mecca for the most thrill-seeking-ish of thrill-seekers from all over the nation. Most visit upmarket Hindleeeee Street, located in the heart of Adelaide where a constant supply of drugs, strippers, bordellos and churches-cum-yiros-shops can be found. We suggest that those of you who are suicidally intrepid should check the place out, but advise that open-toed shoes should not be worn whilst walking down Hindleeeee Street due to the used syringes and high chance of a Drop Bear eating one's exposed feet.
[edit] Notable Districts
Adelaide - Otherwise known as the Shite, major destinations include Randell Mall, Hindlee Street, King Willy Streak, Victoria Bitter Square, and numerous back alleys regularly occupied by meat-cleaver wielding drop bears who will unleash all hell upon you if you fail to follow due procedure of the purchase of marijuana.
Narcwood - Located in the lavish, luxuriously green promenades which span the right-wing of the Adelaide urban geography, this place is filled with many a executive corporate who is probably doing drug deals with the AWB in their backyards. A popular destination is the Parade, where you simply, parade yourself until a Drop Bear comes along and kicks you in the nuts for being a tosser.
Mal's Burn - Full rich people with Porsche's, Lexus's, and fluffy white dogs. It is a statistacally made up fact that 165. 3592% of home's in Mal's Burn have big trees, 6 children and at least 43 BMW's in their drive ways. It is also a certified rubbish fact that 99.97245% of people who live in Mal's Burn are drug dealers and are infiltrating the government to make the home's in such places as Flagstaff Pines, Elizabeth, and Salisbury even more crappier.
Poort Adelaide - Yes, the spelling is correct. This area is a backwater country village compromising some 10,000 idiots who behave, well, like idiots. They support the Powah and know no other colour than teal, black and white, which explains the reason why the area looks like a desolate landscape that has been subjected to atomic weapon testing by the Drop Bears during the French Reconaissance. Most suburbs within a 10km radius bear similarities to this district. A haven for the colour-blind, but fails to impress others.
Glen's Elg - Ahhhh, the serenity of basking in the pot-stenched air and crisp radioactive winds blowing off the western coast. A giant kangaroo laid its droppings here (see some article before or after this one) a masse of plastic sticks is found here, as is an Irish Pub and a couple hundred stoned youths streaking or skinny dipping on the seaweed shores of Glen's Elg. Somehwere in suburbia lies the tree upon which Glen Elg (some dude who lived and died some time ago) dry-humped it excessively that it actually bent over. Now it is a shrine for Japanese tourists in the area, that the tree received when one gave. No, really, it is.
The South - The southlands are a strange place. One way freeways, bogans, bogans, and more bogans. The only thing interesting is the large flagpoles at Stan Vac's Port. He's dead too. And why he's worth remembering, well no-one knows. They're too illiterate and stoned to know. The beaches are glistened with many remnants of the Giant Kangaroos skid marks whilst he tried to clean himself after his unusually large dropping at Glen's Elg.
The North - South's arch nemisis. They're pretty much just like them. Bogans, billy-kart busways and the districts of Golden Groves, Paradise Hills, Mumma's Paro, oh and dare I say - Elizabeth....This needs no introduction furthermore.
Marion - This unusual suburb is unusual as an unusual shopping mall occupies the entirety of the suburb which is unusually crowned as the second largest shopping mall in the Forgotten Hemisphere. So whats here? The world's largest cinema. 20+ screens showing shit all day in their shit seats and shit super-stadiums and shit-sound experiences. Truly a toursit mecca for teenagers aspiring to lose their virginity in a public place.
Everything-else-in-between. No comment - its just suburbs with a few pedophiles, murderers, stoners, dickheads and Anne Willis.
[edit] Transportation
Adelaide drivers [1] are the second worst in Ostraya. This can mainly be attributed to the fact that the Drop Bears are always either a) drunk; b) stoned; c) shagging umbrellas; or d) of Victorian origin. The worst are Canberra drivers. This is attributed to the fact that only politicians live in Canberra, and the only time a politician gets behind the wheel is when they are a) drunk; b) stoned; c) shagging the Treasurer; or d) attempting to ram Parliament House.
Adelaidians experience troubles in rather complicated driving skills, such as merging. This attributes to the reason that they are in fact the 2nd worst drivers in the nation, behind rival Canberries. The art of 'merging' can be described as an intricate maneouvre in which one slides his/her automobile (or billy-karts as they have in Adelaide) from one set of white stripes to another. The process of indication by simplistic hand gestures such as the 'F' finger and fisted knuckles, as well as shifting the steering wheel to the left or right, or reverse follows suit. Many Adelaidians are frought with poor eyesight due to unconsciousness (either stoned or drunk) and fail to complete due course in the arts of 'merging'. The road rage fatality toll now stands at 1,298,642,298 something incidents to date. The Emperor Media Mike Rammed has pledged some 5 bags of kangaroo droppings towards the construction of underpasses to be built along the city's major transport corridor, known as Shith Road. Intersections built will feature 'slip lanes', which to the dismay of many Adelaidians involve the process of merging. The Labour Goverment in charge has no idea how to manage the city's transportation network, as they are too busy mingling with Far Eastern counterparts and giving birth to hordes of Drop Bears. The Primed Minister Of Crammed Trammes, Mr. Fatrick Condom lounges in his office all day smoking a couple hundred joints of locally and legally purchased marijuana, and mumbles incoherently whenever his advisories (albiet transexual secretaries bearing much resemblance to Shrek himself) interrupt his daily shaggings by the flurry of 'Fix it Fat' media reports often hounded by tabloid mediocre Drop Bear journalists who plague the Ad Versatiser Offices. The management of the states newly acquired trammes services, operating from the 'Bay' to locals, to the 'Shite' which is where famous localities such as Randell Mall and Hindlee Street are found, as well as the notorious Mars Bar and Department of Crammed Trammes building whom Fatrick Condom resides, has won numerous awards by Indian transportation officials for 'best resemblance to Indian public transport networks'. One such award can be found in Randell Mall, where two very prominently large silver testicles are found atop one another.
Adelaide is home to, for some reason, the longest guided buswway in the world. I mean, really, why the fuck is it there? Any foreign visitors to Adelaide (if there are any) should beware accidentilly turning into it and then getting run down flat by an ugly yellow-and white bus.
Adelaidians are bemused at their former governmental officials, the Mad Libs for constructing the world's only one way expressway. With an operating time of 22 hours every day, it is a shrine for 'L' (Losers) and 'P' (Pissed) plate drivers to cruise in their 1980's boxed convertibles at astonishing speeds of 82kph (a record held by the Honurable Marjorie Jack-off Nelsonn when she rode her billy-kart down the hill). The all-persuasive policing force do little than to stand by and shag in the bushes adjacent the expressway and scream 'COME' every time someone goes by faster than 65kph. The thrusting, that is.
Established sometime during the First Gulf War, the Oh! Barn, a dirt track which 8 wheeled billy-buses travel along whom the city's Emos, Stoners, SceneKids, and drunk politicians travel aboard through the River Torrens, which is filled with numerous animal faeces, some from the Honurable Fatrick Condom himself (who is not humane). This marvellous form of transportation is a signature trademark of Adelaide's surrounds and connects the Shite to the Golden Grove, where lavish meadows of marijuana crops are grown, with a couple thousand stoners sitting outside their doorsteps, again mumbling incoherently about the racket the billy-buses make every time they go past.
Expressways are sprouting all across the city, at the expense of many kangaroo droppings handed out by the Emperor Media Mike Rammed, and the city has only one freeway which navigates forgotten districts of the city - such as Mount Barker (home to the worlds most annoying barking dog), Lobethal (a town notorious for its hippy-themed christmas festival, and all other things sacreligious) and Hahndorf - the Germans fortress during the Second World War, where Hitler's private bunker is found at the local inn.
[edit] Adelaide Dust
Adelaide often experiences violent dust storms, known as "Adelaide Dust", which move down from the arid outback. On occasion, discarded nuclear waste (found almost everywhere in the South Australian desert) mixes with the dust and upon its arrival creates a nuclear radiation blanket over the city, keeping it toasty warm and radioactive. In the past this was handy for streetlighting and in the manufacture of cyclists' fluorescent night jackets, formerly a major industry. The phenomenon probably also explains how the Drop Bears got to be so friggin' huge.
[edit] Sporting Codes
Stoning is a major sport praticed in Adelaide, whom up to 70% of citizens regulary partake daily. It has the highest particpation rate of any Forgotten Hemisphere country in the world, trailing its nearest competitor, the Neverlands by over 53%.
Stolen from the neighboring Bitter Victorians, Football is dominated at local fields on Shaturday afternoons, where seemingly unco-ordinated fat lards roll around in mud and play fancy with an ovular shaped ball by handpassing, kicking or headbutting it to opponents and teammates alike. Large crowds witness the occasion, pledging allegiance to the Queen before each game and scull down many a beer before shagging their wives in the canteen. Young children are advised to shag in the trees, or play nice by being umpires for the match, where distortionate results are recorded. In such instance, Central Districts beat some forgotten team from the south 400-0. Crack-dealing and alcoholic incidents are regularly seen, as to beware of Para Hills wielding meat cleavers in case they lose, chasing the entire opposition home to wage war against 'the infidels'.
Amy's Stadium (owned by an 11 year old dyslexic girl) is home to the Adelaide Krows, and Port Adelaide Pow-ah. They are the state's representatives to the national competition, the AFL. Both the Krows and Pow-ah have won premierships, but Port suffered a disgracefully humilating loss of 116 points in the Grand Final against Peelong, Bitter Victoria. An exodus of 12,083 members withdrew from the Port Adelaide township following the incident. Players are often stoned, drunk, or just plain unco-ordinated and run around in tight frocks screaming for attention from their fans at participating home matches to hear the call of 'Carn Da Crowes', which is thought to be a sentimental tribute to Russell Crowes and bears little resemblance to the team in support.
[edit] Useless Statistics
New figures prove Adelaide is crappier than initially believed.
Sincere thanks to the many thousands of citizens who took part in our recent survey. Here are the results.
According to the figures the average Adelaidian has: no cars; supports 3 and a half children; is 45% married; owns 24.2% of their home; sees half a movie each week; watches 3.2 hours of TV ads a night; enjoys recycling plastic but not paper; can't tell the difference between a latte and a flat white; pretends not to cheat on their taxes; and believes God was an astronaut.
Adelaidians are among the nation's most avid users of marijuana. More than 80% of households have a marijuana operation of sort running, with 56% of those having two or more computers, one of which was bought "brand new" at a "bargain price" from a guy they met at the pub. The average person spends 1.4 hours a day bitching, usually in office hours, with 4.5 hours a month spent fucking their boss and 7.2 hours a month forwarding joke emails and viral videos of monkeys playing ping-pong.
Melbourne has long suffered from "Second City Syndrome" with Melbourne, but this is clearly changing. More than 93% of citizens now believe Adelaide's "branch office" mentality is not on the wane, and that Adelaide is as good as Blackpool, and is just as international and is every bit as famous and sexy, and produces just as many celebrities as Blackpool does and doesn't have an inferiority complex at all.
When asked what emblem would best represent the spirit and the mindset of Adelaide in the 21st century, the survey results showed a three-way tie between: a middle manager shuffling paper; a middle manager organising a marijuana operation; and a middle manager kicking a vending machine because his Twisties got stuck in the coil.
Not surprisingly, public transport proved to be a hot topic among respondents. Of those surveyed, 35% said the system was doing a "fine" job, 45% said it was doing a "not fine" job, 23% demanded a higher standard of graffiti, 62% welcomed the reintroduction of smoking in trains and on platforms, while 40% said they still couldn't find a ticket machine that took paper.
More than 92% were excited by the prospect of Big Brother's return to television, but did not believe they would see it in their lifetime; 22% said they would, but that it still wouldn't be worth watching; 21% of respondents wanted to know "Who's Mikey?"
Adelaidian's are among the least health conscious in the nation. More than 92% said they got up at 11.30am each day to go to McDonalds, order a supersized Big Mac meal and shove their faces full of shit. In conjunction with this they observed a strict, calorie-controlled diet. Nobody surveyed would agree to a polygraph test.
Adelaidians are nothing if not sports mad. According to the survey: 22% of people said they were "completely" sports mad; 37% said they were "somewhat" sports mad; while 18% still asked "Who's Mikey?". When asked whether stoning should be considered a sport, 66% said: "Why not? Cricket is".
The survey confirmed Adelaide as the nation's fashion capital. An overwhelming 89.6% of people said they wore clothes on a regular basis, with 22% painting their toenails black and 67% believing that psychedelic leggings are long overdue for a comeback. Some 16% demanded legislation restricting the wearing of bling in public by people over 45, while more than 47% wanted all undercover police officers to wear feather boas.
And what a city of dreamers. The people of Adelaide love their dreams, with 22% dreaming in full colour, 12% dreaming in black and white and 16% dreaming in hi-def; 12% complained about bad reception, 45% dreamed in 16:9 while 17% enjoyed a full 2.35 widescreen aspect ratio. Some 34% complained of letter-boxing and only 8% said they dreamed in the Imax format. Nobody surveyed reported 7.1 digital sound in their dreams.
The survey itself drew some interesting results: 62% thought the survey was a rigged; 22% thought it was useless; and 16% thought the whole thing was made up.
[edit] Governmental Dispute
See: South Australian government
Although officially administered by the Drop Bears and in practice a near-lawless environment, Adelaide is still claimed by the South Australian government as being under their rule. Although the South Australian government's role in administering Adelaide is becoming reduced to an extent, their influence on high society still remains, as does their influence on the bogans of the north.
[edit] The Conspiracy Theory
It is a little-known but telling fact that during the days when Ostraya was under threat of attack from Liechtenstein and planners in Sydney were drawing up the strategic withdrawal, the line was actually drawn just south and east of Adelaide, as the Powers that Were (and Be still) did not consider the city of churches-cum-pubs as worthwhile to retain as Brisbane (with its stagnant mangrove swampland), or the inbred island of Tasmania (the sole export of which is mutants; in fact freak shows flock to the Apple Isle (so called due to its shape, which is similar to that of a computer) to get genuine world-class deformities). Thus Adelaide would have been ceded to Liechtenstein's evil empire along with Westralia and other expanses of empty sand in the vicinity. From this, one of many examples, the stigma surrounding Adelaide in other areas of Ostraya can be percieved. Eminent statisticians at the University of Estonia have estimated that this stigma is 89% justified, but they were drunk at the time. However, there is a theory that speculates that there may still be a utopian paradise concealed within Adelaide, which I would go into detail upon, including more crap concerning batty Judith, and the stuff about the arrangement of various brightly-painted chunks of concrete placed behind the State Parliament so as to discombobulate Billy Connolly, if I weren't so tired right now. Get off my back, you bastards.
[edit] Great Wine Crisis of 2007
In February 2007, the South Australian wine industry faced a major shortage after all their grapes turned sour. Fortunately, this crisis should soon be resolved thanks to all the whining coming from Adelaide United coach John Kosmina and players Ross "You've got the wrong" Aloisi, Carl Veart and Michael Valkanis.
[edit] Nightlife
Adelaide's nightlife is very busy for paramedics,doctors, police and firefighters.
Predomiantly the "nightlife" is basd in the CBD especially the bogan distriict (hindley st and the West end) or the more upperclass East end.
Regardless a plethora of bashings, lynchings and looting occur and allow fun for the whole family.
Nightlife in the city is especially busy during the summer and spring seasons and it is rare not to see ethnic turf wars or bogans fighting over 2 dollar beers or women.
One aspect of Australian culture, pubs, are especially busy during the weekend as are bars, brothels , stripclubs and ethnic nightclubs full of smelly ethnics, who end up getting all the women instead of the dropkick pissed inbred aussies.
[edit] Adelaide Females
In 1901 when Adelaide was merely made up of a few tents and some beers, an Italian ship named CigBocks did a stop over as they were running out of petrol and required to find some BP Ultimate. While inquiring in the town, the CigBock crew agreed to have some some of the beer that made up Adelaide.One thing led to another and the CigBock crew started shagging all the women in Adelaide. As a result of this porn movie, Adelaide is now filled with some of Ostraya's most beautiful females when compared to Melbourne. Sydney is not part of the comparison as it is full of gay men, fuck knows whats going on in Darwin, Brisbane and Perth can go get fucked. Unfortunately a large percentage of the female population of Adelaide is infected with a debilitating affliction known as Boganism. This is characterized by drinking bundaberg rum, wearing moleskins and an RM Williams rugby top (collar up optional) or Salisburianism. Salisburianism is characterized by Tracksuit pants, ugg boots, tramp stamps and clothing sporting the brands FUBU and/or Wu Tang. Females infected by Salisburianism are regular supporters of the Port Adelaide Football club.
[edit] Interdimensional Gate
Adelaide is home to a inter-dimensional gate to the spirit world. The cause of this gate popping up in Adelaide is not know but it is believed that it happened because some bogans were drunk and decided to take a piss out back. While peeing they crossed their streams and opened up a portal to another world. Through this portal many mythical creatures descend on the oblivious locals, these creatures include: Centaurs, Grues, Goblins and Chuck Norris. These creatures roam through Adelaide spreading pestilence and herpes where ever they go. At first the locals were afraid of the gate but they soon got used to it and now the gate is just another everyday occurrence. Cross breeding between the locals and centaurs is not uncommon.
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