I was chatting with Jong the other day… Yes, I have a golden bat phone that must be handled with asbestos gloves so I’m not burnt by his radiant awesomeness.. and somehow we got onto the subject of our (Australian) barbarian rugby players.
Something about how awesome us Aussies were, and how he was prepared to wipe half dozen times in his 1st encounter before he ripped his shirt off.
Ohh no that’s right, I referred to Australia as Oz and he wondered if folk from Oz referred to Oz as Oz.
My response was:
Yeah Aussies are inherently lazy and Oz is one less character that Aus, yet sounds the same.
He was surprised he hear we Aussies are (can be) lazy as his image of us is our barbarian rugby players.
At which point I pointed out that rugby is only two of the 5(+) codes of footy we play here. Yes we have Gladiator Rugby Union, Barbarian Rugby League, Gnome kicking soccer, Mattress wearing wuss gridiron and of course the greatest game in the world, Aussie rules.
Sure Aussies have at some point in time been the leaders in just about every sport invented, and yes we are a hard working bunch, and yes we are very, very competitive, but it’s in an Australian way.
Greg Norman may be one of the best known golfers, friend to US Presidents and all, but he’s a lazy bugger… Why win when 2nd or 3rd is good enough. Mark Webber won his 1st F1 GP the other day, finally (apparently he then got caught in a when Harry met Sally moment then).
Some of our greatest sportspeople are surfers… What’s your image of a surfee?
Anyway, I think the thing that defines an Australian is our laid back attitude.
She’ll be right mate!
No wucking furries!
This can be handy when your raiding.
Want to go to Ulduar in your level 78 greens, yeah we’ll go have a captain cook, cause we want to give things a fair hard crack.
So if you get the chance, run an instance with an Aussie.
We don’t suffer fools gladly, but we like to think of ourselves as the underdogs, so no boss is too big that we can’t either dack it, give it a wet willy or at the very least give it an atomic wedgie.
Just don’t call us Kiwis! (Or say “I have a friend from Australia, he lives on the island east of the mainland called New Zealand). We love our Kiwi cousins, but they love their polymorph just a little too much (Seriously, why would you poly an Elf chick onto a sheep before you screw it unless you are a Kiwi?)
Gnomer and Out!
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