Whitty, whitty, I'm completely saddened and disappointed. And to think, when everyone else complained about you blaring out the Whitlams and Billy Joel at 4 am, I told them to get fucked.
A contemptible, legally vilating antipodean product of public education breaking away from the tight iron grip of Melbourne/Brisbane town, I choose to swap my cramped European-style confines for the real deal. Fair dinkum. With the best intentions of extenuating like an Aussie, I’ll fart like one, and re-offend those milling around somewhere cerca the Mediterranean coast; while teaching them English. I enjoy the odd stumble to work, offering my condolences to the less well-informed, grammatical binging, cultural conformity, moral bankruptcy, and I have weekend custody of my underpants drawer.
3 observations:
HOLY CRAP ITS ALIVE!
No link to my blog on your blogroll?
Whitty, whitty, I'm completely saddened and disappointed. And to think, when everyone else complained about you blaring out the Whitlams and Billy Joel at 4 am, I told them to get fucked.
Tsk, tsk...
my deepest appollogies!
Post a Comment