"Brace yourself Sheila!" (That's Australian foreplay, BTW.)Englishman.
OH MYYYYYYYYYY
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"Brace yourself Sheila!" (That's Australian foreplay, BTW.)Englishman.
OH MYYYYYYYYYY
That's only rough ol' blokes Sheila - Englishman is twenty years with-out a date.
post modern new age caveman unc.
unclebruce: "g'day sheila, like a root?"
Sheila: "NO!"
unclebruce: "well, you mind lay'n down while I have one?" ...................
ROFLMAO Keep it up Unc I wanna make sure me languige is up ta scratch.
oops, I forgot something important.
In Australia we still use the strict dictionary definition of the word bastard. That is, "a child unclaimed by a man" (as in the saying "lonely as a bastard on fathers day")
unclebruce
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for Englishman: (a famous Australian poem from rougher times in Old Sydney Town :)
The Bastard from the Bush:
As night was falling slowly,
On city, town and bush,
From a slum in Simon's alley,
Came the Captain of the Push,
And his Whistles, loud and piercing,
Woke the echoes of the Rocks,
And a dozen ghouls came slouching
Round the corners of the blocks.
Then the Captain jerked a finger,
At a stranger at the kerb,
Whom he qualified politely
With an adjective and verb.
Then he made an introduction:
"Here's a covey from the bush;
F--- me blind, he wants to join us,
Be a member of the Push!"
"Why F--- me dead, I'm Foreskin Fred,
The bastard from the bush!
I've been in every two-up school
From Darwin to the Loo;
I've ridden colts and brumbies;
What more can a bugger do?"
"Are you game to break a window?"
Said the Captain of the Push.
"I'd knock a f---ing house down!"
Said the Bastard from the Bush.
"would you dong a bloody copper
if you caught the c--- alone?
would you stouch a swell or Pommie,
Split his garret with a stone?
Would you have a moll to keep you;
Would you swear of work for good?"
Said the Bastard:
"My colonial silver-mounted oath i would!"
"Would you care to have a gasper?"
Said the Captain of the Push.
"I'll take the bloody packet!"
Said the Bastard from the Bush.
Then the Pushies all topok council,
Saying, "F--- me, but he's game!
Let's make him our star basher;
He'll live up to his name."
So they took him to their hideout,
That Bastard from the Bush,
And granted him all privileges
Appertaining to the Push.
But soon they learned his little ways
Were more than they could stand,
And finally their Captain
Addressed the members of his band.
"Now listen here, you buggers,
We've caught a F---ing Tartar.
At every kind of bludging,
That Bastard is a starter.
At poker and at two-up
He shook our f---ing rolls;
He swipes our f---ing likker
And he robs our bloody molls!"
So down in Simon's Alley,
All the members of the Push,
Laid a dark and dirty ambush
For that Bastard from the Bush.
But against the wall of Ozzies pub
The Bastard made a stand,
A nasty grin upon his dial;
A bike-chain in each hand.
They sprang upon him in a bunch,
But one by one they fell,
With crack of bone, unearthly groan,
And agonising yell,
Till the sorely battered Captain,
Spitting teeth and gouts of blood,
Held an ear all torn and bleeding
In a hand bedaubed with mud.
"You low polluted Bastard!"
Snarled the Captain of the Push,
"Get back to where your sort belongs
---That's somewhere in the Bush.
And I hope heaps of misfortunes
Soon tumble down on you;
May some lousy harlot dose you
Till your bollocks turn sky-blue!"
"May the itching piles torment you;
May corns grow on your feet!
May crabs as big as spiders
Attack your balls a treat!
And when you're down and outed,
To a hopeless bloody wreck,
May you slip back through your arse-hole
And break your f---ing neck!
Henry Lawson. 1893