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Brian, Brian, the other Brian and Barry return from The Vatican to establish the heads up for the coming year. After much discussion, opium and arm wrestling with Pope Moe, both Brian's conclude that 20mm Drainage Lead will be the go-to item at Mick O'Reilly's Sand, Cement, Pope Blessed Drainage Lead and Lead Kitty Litter requisites for years if not months ahead.

Brian talks at length about 3I Atlas docking at Lawnton Heights and the kerfuffle, wondrous sights and Olive Oil that flowed in, over and around Old Gympie Road and into the water catchment areas as well as the playgrounds. Just good solid healthy environmental stuff we all yearn for and stuff.

On a serious and eye catching note, Bevan gets hit in the eye with a New Year's Eve aborted rocket type item the Brian's were keeping for a special apocalyptic reason. Fuck him.

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On this intriguing Christmas edition of Why is my son a Gorilla, Brian and Brian reveal all of the truths and just a bit of made up stuff about Jesus. Yes, son of Dog, the all fearing and somewhat despondant chap who became the Messiah we all talk about this day just to receive gifts and maybe a free lunch.

With sleigh bells ringing and Santa's helpers, Jeremy, Leroy, Basil, Doug and Tyrone furiously assembling gifts for the kiddies of the world and Santa's Tobbacanist and Sleigh provider, Jimmy, of Sleighs are Us and Requisites tending to the needs of vagabonds worldwide, we capture the essence of what is a religious nonsense and other patronising ways.

Brian broaches the subject of a virgin birth, necrophilia, autism and incest in an interesting section that should see the Brian's either win a Nobel Peace Prize or be never heard of again. Get into it and vote now!!

On a touching note, Bevan mows Paddock 58 on Brian's property and decides to unclog a blockage while the mower's running. All good stuff, spirit and slashed arteries.

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Brian and Brian find good use for a stunned Rat on this week's heart-warming episode of the Herrings. Yes, Rats with mobility issues always rate well in the Cyberspace world and don't the Brian's milk it, literally for all its worth.

Speaking of the AI Atlas Celestial-a-tron, Brian speaks way too long and far beyond a reasonable grasp of the English language about dirt, gases, grit and gravel just to give Mick O'Reilly some cheap advertising. It's a fuckin menace and heads will roll. Or at least be ripped off and stuff.

Brian pinpoints the time and events that will go down in history when Anal Cream is the de rigeur item for all homosexuals about town.

In an inspiring section of tonight's Poo, Barry gets hit in the head with a Pick Handle. Jolly good fun and shit.