OK...just to be sure....you're not getting further south than Siddy, right?.....
Hehe!!! Somebody's afraid of the curried cabbage legend... very, very afraid. 
You never know how much junk you actually have until it's time to move it.
Yeah, but none of my stuff is junk. I've accumulated some crap along the way... but no junk. 
I ended up leaving my grill (sob) and a $300 bmx bike (dammit) because I had nowhere to put them.
Now you never leave stuff behind...OK??? What you do is give the kids enough for a bus/train ticket, and you put your junk where the kids would've been sitting.
It's like the time I sent my kid to the shop to buy some lollies.... while he was gone, we packed up and moved. 
And to be sure we had enough time, I rang the shop and told 'em there'd be a kid in to buy lollies with a counterfeit $5 bill. 
Nah, not really... I think he ran away from home a 13 to join the circus... cos Bobo the clown looks awfully familiar. 
ahh...cockroaches......we breed em tough down here...
yeah, cant be that tough, they can't take a trick. QUEENSLANDER!!!!!
Right on, bub!!! What is it now, 5 Queensland series wins in a row .. to NSW zip??? 
And after tomorrow night, we'll have won this series 3 zip.
Can't take a trick doesn't even come close to explaining it. Right now, NSW rugby league couldn't win a trip to a sewage treatment plant even if they bought ALL the tickets. Rumour has it that Craig Bellamy rang Mal Meniinga and begged him to let NSW win tomorrow night.... he even offered to buy the win. Good ol' Mal, tho, told Bellamy that he didn't have enough cash to buy a win... not after all the money they spent on Kleenex after the last 2 losses. It's probably just as well there's 3 weeks between games during State of Origin... gives NSW just enough time to stop crying.

Um, Doc, just to fill you in a bit, the cockroaches of which we speak are New South Wales natives (moreso when it comes to rugby league), and cane toads are Queensland natives (especially when it comes to rugby league, the greatest game of all.
Every year around June the rivalry begins... mate against mate, state against state. For 9 weeks of the year we hate each other (on the field and off... the rivalry extends to the fans, of course), and when it's all done and dusted, we have a few beers and all lock arms to give the Kiwis a flogging in the Trans-Tasman Cup. There's no cockroaches or cane toads then... we're the Aussie green and gold machine.