Originally Posted by G

Quick yarn cause this shit happened thasarvo and had me legless.

So I go walkabout for some tucker with some mates at Hungry Jacks cause we just wanted to bludge and we set up and get intait and this random bloke trudges over yakkin he needs some shrapnel for petrol and asks us if we have any. We tell him to fuck off with a completely fake face of disappointment as our fat wallets hide from his ganderin peepers. (At least my wallet.) He then says: "Ok mate I was pullin ya leg. I'm tryin to off Sarah Palo and need shrapnel to help penny up the cause." I fucking look at him with a straight slate wondering if hes havin a go, for a few seconds, then decide that instead of pissin meself that I feel like taking off like a roo in a race. We again tell him to fuck off, then run the mile as soon as he pissed off. Part of me wanted to help, but word about is she got a knock job so she's fair game in my book.

What's crack-a-lackin?