"Mate said when he got on the bus it was already kind of awkward and the guy in the video was in the back of the bus and got up with his fist clenched walking towards the front of the bus. An old lady grabbed him and told him "Stop, you've harassed them enough!" Referring to a young Asian couple at the front of the bus. He then said "I was just returning him his chopsticks." The Asian guy said "What are you going on about I wasn't eating anything, what are you trying to say?" The bus driver told him he's kicking him off or taking him to the police station. He hopped off and everyone started heckling him and that's when he went nuts."
BREAKING NEWS: The cows stranded on this grass island by the NZ Earthquake have been rescued. Here's how they did it...
The plight of the marooned cows made world headlines after vision of emerged of them in a devastated paddock near Kaikoura on New Zealand's South Island. Aware of the ever present risk of a further land slide, a group of local farmers took on the task with nothing more than picks and shovels.
Over a few hours this morning they've dug a trench using picks and shovels and freed the cows who were in desperate need of food and water.
Aside from the inspiring community effort, what's even more remarkable is that it appears the cows 'surfed' that island to its eventual resting spot when a large landslide hit their home paddock. Now that's one incredible survival story...
Step parents are a special kind of beautiful. They love children that they usually did not see born, who's first words were often babbled before they came along, children that don't mind uttering the words "your not my real......"
It can feel undermining and their role in the family can be confusing..
They can feel like ex's have their every word and action shoved under a microscope.
Biological parents get time to get to know their kids, it takes years after meeting your new born before you even speak words to each other, yet step parents are meeting kids and diving head first into a parenting role. Because whether a step parent likes it or not, they will have influence on their step kids.
I was a step kid, I loved it when my step dad looked after me because I could be a little mole to him and he never get mad. But he was patient.... because step parenting requires so much patience.
And now? He divorced my mum and had nowhere to live so... he's lived with me for the last 2 years. He loves my kids, my kids love their grandad, my husband loves him.
Because.... step parenting is rewarding. It's worth every second. It's life changing and enriching and As a step mum, a biological mum and a step daughter, I highly recommend it.
Step parents deserve the world, they are a special kind of beautiful.
1905 at Wyndham Goal in the East Kimberley This is best and most complete example of this horrific image we have ever seen. Click to enlarge for a better view - What fine looking men and what an unforgivable tragedy. Most of the people in chain gangs in the East Kimberley during this period were locked up for killing animals for food because their food supplies were destroyed by the settlers and/or were hunted from their tribal lands by the colonisers.
Image from the book cover by Chis Owen (the original is in the State Library of Victoria) The book by Chris Owen titled 'Every Mother's Son is Guilty' - Policing the Kimberley Frontier of Western Australia 1882 - 1905. Details - Book will be published in November :- http://uwap.uwa.edu.au/products/every-mothers-son-is-guilty-policing-the-kimberley-frontier-of-western-australia-1882-1905
Two indigenous Australians were driving their well used and abused old Ej Holden wagon in the outback recently, when off in the distance they saw a police "booze bus".
Rather than trying to avoid it, the driver headed straight for it. As they pulled up, the driver wound his window down and said 'Gidday brudders! Two cold cans of Emu Export, tanks!'
The copper glared at him and said 'You must be drunk! Get out of the car and blow into this tube!'
The driver said 'Sorry boss, I can't blow in ta dat fing, I gotta a letter from me doctor in Alice Springs saying dat I'm asthmatic
and I'll pass out if I blow inta dat.'
The cop smirked and said 'OK, in that case, we require you to give us a blood sample.'
'Nah, nah sorry, boss,' replied the driver. 'Can't be doin' that eifer. Got a letter from the Red Cross in Darwin sayin' that I'm a haemophiliac and I could bleed to deaf rel quick if I gave a blood sample. Nah, sorry, boss, can't do that!'
By now the copper was getting very irate so he demanded that the driver provide a urine sample for testing.
The driver shook his head and said
'Nah, sorry boss, can't do that eifer.'
The copper protested 'Surely you haven't got a letter for that as well!!!'
'Blood oath, mate!' says the driver,
'It's from Tony Abbott , the Prime Minister of this lovely Country of Australia . He's apologised, and it says that you whitefellas can't take the piss out of us blackfellas no more!
Husband was a dick head. I got angry. He got angrier that I was angry. I became the angriest that he was now angry about me being angry when he was supposed to be sorry for being a dick head. We yelled in front of the kids. I felt sick with remorse. I picked them up from school and announced I would buy them something new. Arlo picked another useless ninja turtle toy. Billie-Violet picked a new water bowl for the chickens #idonthavefavouritesbut... Arlo dropped his tiny ninja turtle's sword somewhere between our house and Billie-Violet's drama class. I spent my only free hour looking for it. I didn't find it. 3 hours later he is still chanting for it. Realising I was late I raced to pick BV up from Drama, Arlo called out to the lady in her car at the lights "holy shit we are late for drama" lady didn't laugh. Falling through my front door clutched to a bottle of Wine I planned to walk down the isle (hallway to my bedroom singing dum dum de dum) And look what I see. Cooking Husband is sorry. Finally. I am sorry too. I am still serenading a bottle of wine but I am doing It with a weight lifted off my shoulders. Moral to the story.