lectorvyal

Lecty, what can I say, I first met him when I was called out to to Canberra by Medicins San Frontiers, they had a severe outbreak of head up ass syndrome in both the lower house and the senate. I remember the apalling sense of smell and the sense of loss seeing men between the ages of 36 and 65 wandering aimlessly, banging against walls and falling over the most minor obstacles. It was political turmoil! I had only just left uni having completed my tenure at the Royal Prince Alfred. I'd had a bit of experience working on bullshitectomies with proffessors in politcal science from Sydney University but I was green when it came to assoutofheadectomies, so so green. My failed attempt at removing the honrable member for Wentworths' head from his ass left me feeling like I'd failed at my chosen profession. Lecty saw me sitting alone, crestfallen with my head in my hands next to the makeshift theatre that was errected next to parliament house. I remember his kind words but after that not much. He took me to the local strip club and bought me a lap dance with Kitty Whooha. I was inebriated with the 14 shots of Jager he had shouted me and well frankly, the rest of the night was a blur. When I woke up the next morning in a pool of my own vomit and had a shower, we met up at the make shift theatre. There were so many casualties, so many heads up asses, he took me under his wing but despite our best efforts we were unable to extract even one ass lodged head. To this day our politicians speak through their asses and flounder about aimlessly, but I will never forget the lessons learnt. Thanks Lecty.