July 05, 2006
The Cultcha of Oz.
Yous reckon i'm bad!
Paul keating - on Former Labour politician, Jim McClelland:
"That you Jim? Paul Keating here. Just because you swallowed a fucking dictionary when you were about 15 doesn't give you the right to pour a bucket of shit over the rest of us."
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more here
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Nah, we just figured you was playing the "chirpy Ozzie" for all it's worth, mate.
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See those two blokes in the picture on the main link? I've worked with those two blokes, & have a broken, ancient, warped tennis racket that I found under a house that they both signed for me. Selling on Ebay.. :D
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Gee whiz, it's a good thing we killed all those fucking Aboriginals - now we can claim that Australian culture is wholly contained in the above two links. Quick, let's lock up immigrants in concentration camps so they can't change anything.
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I've been diggin through my old emails to find this list a lingiust friend of mine sent me once: Aussie euphemisms for sex (from Fromkin and Rodman, An Introduction to Language, 6th ed.): shag root crack a fat dip the wick play hospital hide the ferret play cars and garages hide the egg roll boil bangers slip a length go off like a beltfed motor go like a rat up a rhododendron go like a rat up a drainpipe have a northwest cocktail
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"Chirpy Aussie!" CHIRPY! ~spew~
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you left out tie me kangaroo down, sport or at least i think it's a euphemism
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Dunno any'a them, UndiesMonster. Too bloody pure, me! Eh Chyz, sorry mate, run thru me budj' fa the week. Just got holda Sydders H Bridge signed by Warney. Ta fer the tip but. Sk'yoooze me Quidz, I got rellies playin' the didge, runnin' fa' pollie & chasin' down a mean roo. The bastard keeps buggerin' off.
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You killed a budgie? You fuckin heartless bastard.
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Who the blazes is killing budgies in here??? Oh wait BD is just skint.
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Sk'yoooze me Quidz, I got rellies playin' the didge, runnin' fa' pollie & chasin' down a mean roo. Cortizone cream will probably provide temporary relief, but it's unlikely to ever completely clear up. Sorry BD. Just make sure you inform any future partners.
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BD, I'm sure they have ESL classes somewhere near you.
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I was forced to recall a Barry Mackenzie song at this point: I was down by Bondi Pier, drinkin' tubes of ice cold beer, With a bucket full of prawns upon my knee, When I swallowed the last prawn, I had a technicolor yawn and I chundered in the old Pacific Sea. Drink it up, drink it up, crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me, If you want to throw your voice, mate you won't have any choice, But to chunder in the Old Pacific Sea. I was sittin in the surf, when a mate of mine called Murf, Asks if he can crack a tube or two with me. The bastard barely swallowed it, When he went for the big spit, and he chundered in the Old Pacific Sea. Drink it up, drink it up, crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me, If you want to throw your voice, mate you won't have any choice, But to chunder in the Old Pacific Sea. I've had liquid laughs in cars, and I've hurled from moving cars, And I've chuckled when and where it suited me. But if I could choose the spot, To regurgitate me lot, then I'd chunder in the Old Pacific Sea. Drink it up, drink it up, crack another dozen tubes and prawns with me, If you want to throw your voice, mate you won't have any choice, But to chunder in the Old Pacific Sea.
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I'm never going to the beach again.
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mmmm, clam chunder