Wireless Fodder - the blog

HR of Westfields are just the beginning of putting their foot down on how much they can "party" for the race that stops the nation - The Melbourne Cup. You work for them, you basically have about 1 hour to have a few drinks, nibblies, cry foul over how rigged the race is after losing a months paycheque on a shit horse, have sex with a co-worker or stranger, and then go back to work.

Also, the peoples at the Cup organisation are complaining that spectators clothing attire are getting more revealing and should put some clothes on like a towel or a doona. The idea for the Melbourne Cup is to turn up, bet your life-savings on a dodgy horse, get shitfaced and have a massive perve at some chick's rack which she's purposely set up so you can try and pick her up while you and her are both drunk and have meaningless sex behind one of the tents, only for her to contact you a month later saying she's knocked up with your kid due to the condom breaking.

If this coverup means the chick in the above picture has to wear a bedsheet - damn them!