Thread: Why it's great to be an Aussie

Bit sick of all this nauseating American and British bleating on here, all this we 'rule the world and we're the best' crap, so I thought I'd start an alternative.

Its great to be an Aussie because it means:

1. I'm not British
2. I'm not American
3. I'm not anyone else either, too right! (definitely not Kiwi).

Beauty mateys.

Its great to be an Aussie because it means:

We can fart in public and be forgiven.

We can appear to be as dumb as two short planks when we really aren't.

We can drink most other races under the table and still dance on it after.

:chug:

^ Hey only 'cos your beer has no alcohol in and/or is sooooo fucking cold it sobers you up!

Nice people though, beautiful country and great food!!!

No contest here.
I'm a two pot screamer myself.
Don't have the legs for it.


Its great to be an Aussie because it means:

We can take the piss out of ourselves mercilessly and not be called a hypocrite.

Only a right poof of a girls blouse would strain his groin doing anything other than the horizontal folk dance.

TEN REASONS IT'S GREAT TO BE AUSTRALIAN:

Know your great-grand-dad was murdering scum that no civilized nation on earth wanted.
Fosters Lager (although it's brewed in the UK!)
Dispossess Aborigines who have lived in your country for 4,000 years because you think it belongs to you.
Annihilate England every time you play them at cricket.
Tact and sensitivity.
Bondi Beach.
Other beaches.
Liberated attitude to homosexuals.
Being the world champs at Aussie Rules football
Very well mannered and cultured

http://www.gagne-enterprises.com/oz00/great.html

yeah but Brits and septics don't have convict genes





and they can spell 'bloody'






tie yer fukkin kangaroo to that sport

why does an aussie never marry a whore?








doesn't want to bring her down to his level

I'm surrounded by Brits, oh the torture.
At least the mick was funny.
Tag me someone, I've gotta go eat me tucker.

Posted after 11 minutes 53 seconds:

Thanks a bunch ya pack of mangy dingoes.

The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded Lanes,
Of ordered woods and gardens,
Is running in your veins;
Strong love of grey-blue distance,
Brown streams and soft, dim skies -
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of drought and flooding rains,
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel sea,
Her beauty and her terror -
The wide brown land for me.

The tragic ring-barked forests
Stark white beneath the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops
And ferns the crimson soil.

Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart around us
We see the cattle die -
But then the grey clouds gather
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady, soaking rain.

Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back threefold;
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.

An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land -
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand -
Though Earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown Country
My homing thoughts will fly.

Bloody hell.

What's "Australia"?...

just outside Bangkok

so my students tell me

Would have laid dollars to donuts that this one wouldn't get to page two.

Just shows to go you.