I have just learned from Delicious magazine that Bunnings Sausage Sizzles in WA are not as they should be.
One greasy, supermarket snag folded into a single slice of supermarket white bread and slathered with sauce?
No.
Look at this bullshit, would you.
What the fuck?
Who do these people think they are? That is a travesty. There is no hotdog/banhmi bun action in a Bunnings Sausage Sizzle.
These people go to far.
Are they made of money or something?
That's the only evidence needed to change the GST redistribution.
It's a visceral repudiation of the corrosively toxic suburban nature of the BSS. Under the snag, inside the bun, with an eyeful of sauce, there is a mortage-shackled æsthete screaming Mvnchlike at the spiritual vortex that has swallowed him/her whole.
"I'll never get married", s/he muttered, as s/he scurried out the school gates for the last time. "Kids? An account at Ikea? Middle management job at Bunnings? Fuck that noise" as s/he stretched out on Kuta Beach. Now, many years later, the Awful Truth has dawned, and there is only one form of expression left - subverting the BSS...