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I have seen a few Aunty Donna skits before this and really enjoyed them - but this video has made me a little obsessed. I have watched it like 9-10 times in the last4 days since release. I just freaking love all the little voice inflections, name drops, giggles and wheezing, screaming tirades. And my favourite line of the whole thing - "Bertocchi Ham...the BEST HAM AT.... (cue insane vocalisation) C*h*R*i*S*t*M*a*S!!!" Runners up include - "LISTEN HERE YOU COW...." "YOU DON'T BELONG HEEEERRREE"
I feel like these boys get me! The wife was telling me all about how the self checkout was a great way to limit staff and heighten pay and i just had to divorce her! I just got my Bertocchi ham I pre-ordered in November and it tastes just as i remember and I wouldnt of known about it without these 3 grand men! Happy Christmas to everyone at 3AW.
Being forced to listen to 3AW every morning and afternoon as a child, this pod is particularly triggering. This is so funny how accurate it is I don’t know if I’m laughing or crying hysterically 😂😢
I went to school with a kid who’s family own Bertocchi. He definitely had the face and body shape of someone who eats hams for breakfast lunch and dinner 365 days
@@CeeJayDee94 Bertocchi kid has the body of a ham And the arm of a ham And the leg of a ham The hair of a ham The ear of a ham The toes of a ham And the arm of a ham Just to be clear he's completely a ham
As an Norwegian enjoying an December with -12 degrees Celsius, it’s so interesting to listen to these good old boys describing Australian Christmas. I also think self checkout is the starting point of degradation of our culture, so the world is not so large after all. Happy Christmas boys🎅
Just stopping by to say the Christchurch show was without a doubt the funniest thing I've seen all year. Thought it was a great show and hope you come back some time 😁
Very insightful talkshow, just a shame i can only listen to it on this complicated bloody computer! What happened to the good old days of just being able to tune in on my AM radio????
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What the hell is going on I never watch the podcast, are they just bullshitting, doing improv or inside jokes? I enjoy their skits but I feel lost watching this.
Boys I tell you what I was out doing me Christmas shoppin and those carparks I've never seen them so full and it's always around Christmas time when it gets busy, why it's so so busy i can't find a carpark
Twas a year and a year ago. Me and the boys had a light feast of psychedelics. After the ascension to the Mounts of Olympus, we were left with a "which, which" of sorts. The telecommunications device needed moving pictures for us to become one with. In the mood for a laugh, we wandered the endless sea of entertainment. While drowning in flix, we were snared by a net. A net in the form of three silly boys excitedly singing their sirens song which danced softly in the tuft of my ears drum... which it turned out everything was. Imagine my dismay, hearing everything was a drum. I was unrightfully offended that someone, let alone these three strange angels, would try to pass clear fuckery as fact. I prepared the controller to take me to another land where the falsehoods are less abundant and just before my departure, between the lines of ridiculously inclusive percussion... I hear sanity through this mesh of madnesh. A pot, that was clearly not a drum, lacked the percussionary persistence of the world around it. Finally! A bit of honesty was given unto me as this pot, that clearly was not a drum, was not able to be drummed apon. I was hooked. The following scene submerged me in a pud of mystery, discovery, and downright downright deliciousness. Twas but a seconds' minute before I was enlightened to the ignorance I had been plagued with since womb. Everything. Is. A. Drum. After accepting this reality, I was then allowed to smoothly doggy paddle through this new world on a journey of hilarity and self discovery. To this day, I herald the big ol' house of fun that is the archetypal masterpiece of Aunti Donna. This not a picture mover, designed to occupy your retinas in a mundane manner, but an experience to be felt. Now, the experience continues, except unbridled by the net that snared me from start. Allowed to take to the heavens, the laughs we've had, and the lessons we've learned. Happy Holidays