Is it just me or have others noticed that a lot of young women when they speak sound like a hacksaw going through a gal iron roofing sheet???, also, whilst I am having my two pennyworth, whats with the constant over use of the word absolutely?? Why use three or more syllables when a single plain "Yes" woyld do the job.
Jeez, I must be getting old!!! End of rant.
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Is it just me or have others noticed that a lot of young women when they speak sound like a hacksaw going through a gal iron roofing sheet???, also, whilst I am having my two pennyworth, whats with the constant over use of the word absolutely?? Why use three or more syllables when a single plain "Yes" woyld do the job.
Jeez, I must be getting old!!! End of rant.
Boy, oh, Boy ,oh Boy, Magnarc, I bet your Misses loves it when she is out in the Kitchen making dinner, and you are sitting in the lounge with a beer, and you are shouting what you are hearing on the TV news.
Question: How many times per hour does she say, " What did you say?". Tip, get a piece of paper and pencil and count the No of times over a week.
Like you I aint getting any younger.
Simmo.
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The ones with the voices that sound like chain-saws are all called classic Aussie Chick names like Narelle, Sharon (Shazza) & Kylie. Most of them live in country towns. They all end up being married to beer gutted red-neck blokes called Wassa, Bazza & Robbo. There's not much of a selection up the bush! Their offspring all have flat heads, snotty noses & dull eyes. And so the tradition goes on generation after generation.
PS: Just my observations from many years of extensive travel in the bush.
-- Edited by Desert Dweller on Tuesday 1st of December 2015 06:20:37 PM
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Cheers Desert Dweller.
Our land abounds in Natures gifts. Of beauty rich and rare.
The ones with the voices that sound like chain-saws are all called classic Aussie Chick names like Narelle, Sharon (Shassa) & Kylie. Most of them live in country towns. They all end up being married to beer gutted red-neck blokes called Wassa, Bazza & Robbo. There's not much of a selection up the bush! Their offspring all have flat heads, snotty noses & dull eyes. And so the tradition goes on generation after generation.
PS: Just my observations from many years of extensive travel in the bush.
Desert Dweller, Maybe a non-stop week in the Crown Casimo might help.
Simmo.
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Hard work never killed anybody but why take the chance.
The ones with the voices that sound like chain-saws are all called classic Aussie Chick names like Narelle, Sharon (Shazza) & Kylie. Most of them live in country towns. They all end up being married to beer gutted red-neck blokes called Wassa, Bazza & Robbo. There's not much of a selection up the bush! Their offspring all have flat heads, snotty noses & dull eyes. And so the tradition goes on generation after generation.
PS: Just my observations from many years of extensive travel in the bush.
-- Edited by Desert Dweller on Tuesday 1st of December 2015 06:20:37 PM
I bet they have some amusing observations about you too...
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The ones with the voices that sound like chain-saws are all called classic Aussie Chick names like Narelle, Sharon (Shazza) & Kylie. Most of them live in country towns. They all end up being married to beer gutted red-neck blokes called Wassa, Bazza & Robbo. There's not much of a selection up the bush! Their offspring all have flat heads, snotty noses & dull eyes. And so the tradition goes on generation after generation.
PS: Just my observations from many years of extensive travel in the bush.
-- Edited by Desert Dweller on Tuesday 1st of December 2015 06:20:37 PM
I bet they have some amusing observations about you too...
Don't think they're intelligent enough to make any rational observation or form any opinion. Your not related to them are you?
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Cheers Desert Dweller.
Our land abounds in Natures gifts. Of beauty rich and rare.
The ones with the voices that sound like chain-saws are all called classic Aussie Chick names like Narelle, Sharon (Shazza) & Kylie. Most of them live in country towns. They all end up being married to beer gutted red-neck blokes called Wassa, Bazza & Robbo. There's not much of a selection up the bush! Their offspring all have flat heads, snotty noses & dull eyes. And so the tradition goes on generation after generation.
PS: Just my observations from many years of extensive travel in the bush.
-- Edited by Desert Dweller on Tuesday 1st of December 2015 06:20:37 PM
I bet they have some amusing observations about you too...
Don't think they're intelligent enough to make any rational observation or form any opinion. Your not related to them are you?
No, but going by the tone of many of your posts, I think you're the one who is unable to form rational opinions, but rather judge a book by it's cover, and seem to think everyone else is beneath you. I hope you have you logo/name/nickname prominently displayed on your van. It would be most beneficial for other travellers who are keen to avoid your condescending attitudes.
all said in good humour of course.
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Yes I am an agent of Satan, but my duties are largely ceremonial.
The ones with the voices that sound like chain-saws are all called classic Aussie Chick names like Narelle, Sharon (Shazza) & Kylie. Most of them live in country towns. They all end up being married to beer gutted red-neck blokes called Wassa, Bazza & Robbo. There's not much of a selection up the bush! Their offspring all have flat heads, snotty noses & dull eyes. And so the tradition goes on generation after generation.
PS: Just my observations from many years of extensive travel in the bush.
-- Edited by Desert Dweller on Tuesday 1st of December 2015 06:20:37 PM
I bet they have some amusing observations about you too...
Don't think they're intelligent enough to make any rational observation or form any opinion. Your not related to them are you?
No, but going by the tone of many of your posts, I think you're the one who is unable to form rational opinions, but rather judge a book by it's cover, and seem to think everyone else is beneath you. I hope you have you logo/name/nickname prominently displayed on your van. It would be most beneficial for other travellers who are keen to avoid your condescending attitudes.
all said in good humour of course.
You were waiting to pounce on your prey Troopy. Well done. Now go back to Bogan Land with your relatives where you obviously belong.
Continuing on in the humorous spirit of things.
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Our land abounds in Natures gifts. Of beauty rich and rare.
I am well. Hope youse are too. Tell me big brothers Doug and Phil that the Army is better than workin' on the farm - tell them to get in bloody quick smart before the jobs are all gone! I wuz a bit slow in settling down at first, because ya don't hafta get outta bed until 6am. But I like sleeping in now, cuz all ya gotta do before brekky is make ya bed and shine ya boots and clean ya uniform. No bloody cows to milk, no calves to feed, no feed to stack - nothin'!! Ya haz gotta shower though, but its not so bad, coz there's lotsa hot water and even a light to see what ya doing!
At brekky ya get cereal, fruit and eggs but there's no kangaroo steaks or possum stew like wot Mum makes. You don't get fed again until noon and by that time all the city boys are buggered because we've been on a 'route march' - geez its only just like walking to the windmill in the back paddock!!
This one will kill me brothers Doug and Phil with laughter. I keep getting medals for shootin' - dunno why. The bullseye is as big as a bloody possum's bum and it don't move and it's not firing back at ya like the Johnsons did when our big scrubber bull got into their prize cows before the Ekka last year! All ya gotta do is make yourself comfortable and hit the target - it's a piece of ****!! You don't even load your own cartridges, they comes in little boxes, and ya don't have to steady yourself against the rollbar of the roo shooting truck when you reload!
Sometimes ya gotta wrestle with the city boys and I gotta be real careful coz they break easy - it's not like fighting with Doug and Phil and Jack and Boori and Steve and Muzza all at once like we do at home after the muster.
Turns out I'm not a bad boxer either and it looks like I'm the best the platoon's got, and I've only been beaten by this one bloke from the Engineers - he's 6 foot 5 and 15 stone and three pick handles across the shoulders and as ya know I'm only 5 foot 7 and eight stone wringin' wet, but I fought him till the other blokes carried me off to the boozer.
I can't complain about the Army - tell the boys to get in quick before word gets around how bloody good it is.
Your loving daughter,
Sheila
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Try adding COOL to that as well. A couple of my grandchildren say this all the time so I really do wonder what they learn in school these days.................Think I must be getting old and grumpy. We do try to be COOL grand parents but enough is enough