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i know… bordering on ignorant folly. i mean, real australians don’t wave flags - we’re too bloody lazy. we’re all too busy sinking piss and watching the cricket!
didnt notice… was seriously hungover, lying face down in Sascha’s pool, then later moved to lying on the couch at uni gang BBQ, making Roddi and Rin kiss and hug me, and yelling at everyone.
“Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.”
Samuel Johnson
Another good one was a short letter in the paper last week which read:
“Flags belong on poles, not on the shoulders of drunks.”
And then there’s the personal annecdote… Walking home after a night out in Montreal (yes, I’m so worldly) we passed a lone person without a shirt (it’s about minus 15) wrapped in the ozzie flag and shouting, over and over again “F#$* you, you French f$%*s. You’re all a bunch of f$%*ing c$%*s! Straya kicks your a#%*s!”
Well i finished the day in style: hitting the damn metal thing under the bridge at Ross River, wheeling my broken pushbike the rest of the way home, and being all bruised and unable to walk on saturday and limping all sunday and yesterday.
and why did Roddi hit the metal thing? BECAUSE HE WAS DEAD DRUNK!!! Rodrigo 15 minutes before hitting the metal thing: “hey.. *hic!* where’s my bike?! where did I leave my bike…?”
maybe if he hadn’t started drinking at 12noon, his pedal would still be attached, rather than lost…. : D
You just ruined my tragic and heroic accident story with those unimportant details about my drinking habits.
By the way, that tshirt I was wearing that night was stained with red wine on the front and the back. I want to know who sprayed my back with red wine.
January 29th, 2007 at 1:02 pm
was it just me or was there a distinct rise in rampant patriotism this year… how un Australian
January 29th, 2007 at 1:20 pm
i know… bordering on ignorant folly. i mean, real australians don’t wave flags - we’re too bloody lazy. we’re all too busy sinking piss and watching the cricket!
January 29th, 2007 at 8:18 pm
didnt notice… was seriously hungover, lying face down in Sascha’s pool, then later moved to lying on the couch at uni gang BBQ, making Roddi and Rin kiss and hug me, and yelling at everyone.
January 30th, 2007 at 12:42 pm
“Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.”
Samuel Johnson
Another good one was a short letter in the paper last week which read:
“Flags belong on poles, not on the shoulders of drunks.”
And then there’s the personal annecdote… Walking home after a night out in Montreal (yes, I’m so worldly) we passed a lone person without a shirt (it’s about minus 15) wrapped in the ozzie flag and shouting, over and over again “F#$* you, you French f$%*s. You’re all a bunch of f$%*ing c$%*s! Straya kicks your a#%*s!”
January 30th, 2007 at 2:33 pm
Go you Aussie champion!
January 30th, 2007 at 2:41 pm
Just wait for ANZAC day - Zoe and I call it, “Ill-fitting suit day”.
January 30th, 2007 at 4:18 pm
Well i finished the day in style: hitting the damn metal thing under the bridge at Ross River, wheeling my broken pushbike the rest of the way home, and being all bruised and unable to walk on saturday and limping all sunday and yesterday.
nice, o?
January 31st, 2007 at 7:19 pm
poor thing, rodi, i feel for you! Hope to get better and can come to Europe- no more bikeriding for you till then!!
ciao
February 1st, 2007 at 2:13 pm
and why did Roddi hit the metal thing? BECAUSE HE WAS DEAD DRUNK!!! Rodrigo 15 minutes before hitting the metal thing: “hey.. *hic!* where’s my bike?! where did I leave my bike…?”
maybe if he hadn’t started drinking at 12noon, his pedal would still be attached, rather than lost…. : D
February 2nd, 2007 at 11:28 am
Thanks a bunch Zoe!
You just ruined my tragic and heroic accident story with those unimportant details about my drinking habits.
By the way, that tshirt I was wearing that night was stained with red wine on the front and the back. I want to know who sprayed my back with red wine.