Schmit, maaaate.....
Luckilly I have had prior experience with UFFs in the past.
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As I walked in I went arse over tit on my ankle biters skateboard, this caused a helluva blue with me cursing & muttering 'bout why I ever had rug rats in the first place.
The old ball & chain confronted me at the portal to happiness and gave me the 3rd degree about the shindig with me gun budds.
Ah struth, talkabout getting aggro !
Whatsa a bloke s'posed to do when the better half wants his apricots strung out on the Hills Hoist for everyone to see?
Look luv I said, the fellas were just having a friendly pissup & I was apples because I wasn't throwing back any liquid amber at all.
So she grins & says it'll be bonza the next time some gallahs want to come over here, 'cause she'll invite their Sheilas along for the ride & make sure that it'll be drier than the Simpson desert in summer!
Aw crikey cobber, I think I shoulda jest stuck with getting whacked by the flippin' pan on the noggin rather than be strung out like a goanna on stick in front of me mates like that.
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The above post bears no resemblace to truth or actual events OR the way we Aussies really talk.
Well maybe a small part does...
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