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When you say //said in an aussie accent//, are you
meaning the Jamesian, the Harrisian, or the
Humphritic dialect? |
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You need to translate your idea into Strine (the native language of the Australian people - see links) - what you're talking about is essentially a "Bitch tall kev din sank rim". |
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Also this would be helpful for those who have
difficulty getting the anal lubricant in the right spot
when they are alone. |
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Yes, an idea that has many applications. |
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OK, I've tried saying "sun cream" in full-on Hoganian.
It still doesn't do anything amazing. |
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Better than moon cream, which was a total bummer. |
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applying it to the wrong places, fries? |
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//moon cream//...Undoubtedly, he just used the wrong variety of cheese, mate. |
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//"Bitch tall kev din sank rim".// |
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I tried saying that aloud... it sounds a bit like a South
island Kiwi accent. |
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You've all been watching too much Neighbours, I
think. Sun cream is only applied when your
kindergarten teacher is looking. The rest of the time
you take the sunburn or stay in the shade. |
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I don't regard any of those people as Australian, [MB].
Clive James is a pom, through and through; Rolf
Harris is an embarrassment to whatever country he
happens to be in and Barry Humphries is a sad,
confused, pathetic old queer with delusions of
humour. |
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we'll have Rolf - he's become a national treasure imho. |
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Years ago, Meat Loaf was a guest on the sofa of some UK breakfast show, when they had Humphries, as Dame Edna, joining them via satellite linkup. Meat Loaf started at the screen for a while, as Edna and the presenters did their bit, and suddenly exclaimed, "THAT'S A MAN!" Amused me greatly. |
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//Rolf is nothing but genius.// |
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I beleive that I speak for the whole of Australia when I say: |
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perhaps you could explain why he appears to be such an embarrassment to your countrymen when to the UK he is an accomplished artist and musician and animal lover - what's not to love? |
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oh of course! you are still stuck in the 60's and the rest of us deny remembering that - what? oh yes, a decade... aussies wouldn't know culture if they fell over a petri dish. |
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& I beleive I don't speak for anyone. |
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lovely young things squirming on towels in bikinis (+) |
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// animal lover//
I think you'll find that's your problem, right there.
Starting with the Scots Terrier that's been mating
with his chin for the last 40 years. |
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Nor do I find it surprising that when the English think
of culture the first thing that springs to mind is a
petri dish. From what I've seen of your people, from
top to bottom, a bit of soap and bleach wouldn't go
astray. |
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I'm an Aussie and I like Rolph. He's a bit camp and odd, but there's nothing wrong with that. He's also highly talented. So there. |
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