I'm not sure which is more amusing - the joke, or wombat's Anglophobia!
How charming. :D :D
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I'm not sure which is more amusing - the joke, or wombat's Anglophobia!
How charming. :D :D
A true and amusing story: A few years ago, a friend of mine went to Austrailia. At Customs, he was asked if he had a criminal record.
His response: "Is that still a requirement?"
He almost didn't get his holiday!:D
So, mating cats outside the open window don't count?:confused::D
I can handle the screeching, it's the old elementary school urge to go 'skirt flipping' that has me all weirded out.:rolleyes::(:o
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Catty,
The man who lived next door was heading back to the U.S. after a trip into Tijuana.
He was drunk as he hit the control point and the border patrol cop asked him where he was from....
"My mother!", he said.
LOL, a true but sketchy answer?
Trouble is, there are those arrogant poms who don't understand that their once upon a time empire ended when their enemies were armed with rifles to.
The poms never liked that....they preferred to fight their enemies who were armed with spears and rocks........Their foppish aristocracy officers preffered it that way....LOLOL.
And fops they are...two long years I spent with those fools !!!!!
Wom
Hee hee......I'll tell you a little bit of history here...............
When Australia was first colonised as a penal settlement, the British soldiers knicknamed the convicts "Pommies".....the short form of that POME, means Prisoners Of Mother England.
But the system the Brits had in place here, was that the harder a convict worked, the more food and tobacco he received.......the average British soldier who were guards etc etc....received a ration a food and tobacco that was almost hardly anything, and on top of that, once posted here, the Brits were never allowed to go back to Britain.
So we had a situation where the British soldiers had to trade favours for food
with the convicts....the convicts naturally had the goodies, and of course the upper hand.
The knickname POME soon became the knickname of those poor British soldiers, who were a actually the TRUE Prisoners of Mother England........and ever since then, and to this day....we call the Brits...... Pommies.....or the shirt form...POMS.
I guess it's just another one of those situations that backfired on the Brits, and of course........there has been heaps of those instances....LOLOLOL
Wom
Oh, the hilarity!
For the benefit of those who are not wombat and can therefore read my posts, I am no longer an adolescent, officially. So I suppose he shall have to ignore a foolish adult! :D
I do not need to take offence at some Aussie bravado. The comments he has made are most probably made to provoke me, which I find sort of pitiful but amusing simultaneously.
Quote that in your box and ignore it. :)
Check it out, Wom.
I can buy ciggies, booze and adult literature!
I can drive, stay out late and sing karaoke, in a bar, if I want.
I haven't done the karaoke thing yet, I'm saving that for when I get married.
So I can sing the praises of a real woman!:rolleyes::o;)
Well mate, you had better not publish any pics of that stuff here when that happens. I know Karen will come down on you like a ton of bricks, and that's her perogative, because she's the boss. It's the whingers ya watch out for, they'll just try and set you up to get into trouble. Talking about whingers.......there's two right here on this very thread whom I had placed on ignore ages ago. I have no clue what they are saying.....maybe something like......"Miffed !!!!! How then can I EVER enjoy my tea and my cucumber sandwiches now ??? Daddy WILL be annoyed !!!!"
Glad to hear ya got a real woman for yourself mate.
Ciggies? Puhleez! This is massively corrupt and politically anal England, could’ve nabbed myself packs of them under the age of 16. ;)
I suppose now we have lost Sara, I am the new lady in your online life? Sweet. Sorry I can’t regularly come around to play, though, most of the time I’ve got to go on my merry way of Anglicisms.
I am sorry you think adulthood consists only of those things. I was thinking more along the career and prosperity lines, but then perhaps I’m not cut out for this adult stuff huh?
The small-mindedness of the pair of you beggars belief.
I don’t totally understand your grudge, RICHARD - I misinterpreted a question you posed to me on health systems, and now you hate my guts? Eesh. I return no such qualms with you.
A real woman? Oh no, apparently I can’t be one of those, for I am tall and skinny and am therefore a walking Barbie doll, who is actually not human but some genetically modified being created for the sole purpose of making real women feel bad. I apologise to real women everywhere!
Ah, sweeping generalisations. What fun!