That story about man-hungry Australian women terrified me. I will probably have nightmares about being violated by Elle McPherson tonight.|
Reply #381. May 09 12, 7:40 PM
|I hope it is Elle McPherson, not Dame Edna Everage. Sweet dreams. |
Reply #382. May 09 12, 8:18 PM
LOL Lesley (he DID say "nightmares" rather than "fantasy" didn't he?)|
Reply #383. May 09 12, 8:29 PM
My nightmares are based on the fact that Elle might not be enough woman for me.|
Reply #385. May 09 12, 8:50 PM
Tezza, this Katherine Knight lady reminds me of some women I have gone out with. Only they weren't quite as nice.|
Reply #386. May 09 12, 8:55 PM
Now I know why there are no Australian men eligible for marriage.|
Reply #388. May 09 12, 9:28 PM
Oh wow Tezza, that story was ghastly!|
Stabbing one could understand if carried out in a fit of anger during a fight blah blah blah - but skinning, decapitating and EATING him???
Everyone knows Australian men are unpalatable.
Reply #389. May 09 12, 9:28 PM
Now *I* will have nightmares!|
Reply #390. May 09 12, 9:46 PM
Wow, those are some scary women, you just never know what goes on behind a womans eyes.|
I mean, you expect men to be evil, but we just don't as a general rule, expect evil to be hiding behind a pair of female eyes.
Guys beware, evil that hides behind feminine wiles will kill you just as quickly as another man.
P.S.- As a butcher myself, i have to admire the womans technical skill in dismembering the body,and especially the skinning, that takes real skill.
Mind you, it helps to be crazy.
Reply #391. May 09 12, 10:21 PM
Did you think women would be less capable of evil than men, George?|
You know how we like full equality.
Reply #392. May 09 12, 11:26 PM
Despite evidence to the contrary, i'm still surprised, not sure why.|
Most aren't, but, as this is something to always keep in mind, 'All' are capable.
Reply #393. May 09 12, 11:56 PM
I'm just lying in bed grinning smugly, while I roll my eyes and refine my Battle Tactics! And smugly thinking that after a 29 year campaign, my Battle Tactics must be pretty good. Or maybe it's Teamwork...........
Reply #394. May 10 12, 12:09 AM
Funny, George, thats exactly what my partner (also a butcher) said ! lol|
Reply #395. May 10 12, 1:20 AM
You're a true romantic at heart, George.|
Don't feel too smug though, Red - or at least don't let the little woman know you are. She'll take it as a personal challenge. I sure would.
Reply #396. May 10 12, 2:47 AM
Got to thank Creedy for the link to "Australias next top model." I still think, 'tho, that by far the best looking woman to come out of Australia is Barry Humphries.|
Reply #397. May 10 12, 7:07 AM
So do a lot of men :)|
Reply #398. May 10 12, 7:18 AM
The only Australian male that I have seen here was sitting in a restaurant. I was having a meal at a family meeting. I 'spose first impressions should be ignored...but oh dear. He was sitting with a woman of indeterminate age. He was white skinned (very) and had a lot of freckles. He was rather loud, and he was wearing a peluca (wig). It was a very large and obvious wig. Also, it was somewhat, and very obviously, lopsided. The wind must have moved it as he entered. It just sort of sat there looking as 'tho it was waiting for something to nest in it.|
I was able to pick up on his accent, but to those that I was with, he was an Englishman. They came to that conclusion because his accent and appearance clearly were not American, and US English is pretty well the only accent heard here.
I tried hard to convince them that the gentleman concerned was not English, and that no self respecting Englishman would ever wear a wig that awful and in that condition. Rather he would polish his shiny bonce in order to display his splendily anglo cranuim to all and sundry.
The Australina overhead my comments. He looked over and in broad Australian vernacular loudly expleted something uncomplimentary.
He decided to leave with his lady friend, as a variety of different calibre small arms were waved joyously in his direction.
Barry Humphries he most certainly was not.
Reply #399. May 10 12, 12:53 PM
One day Calvin Coolidge, one of our greatest Presidents, was touring a chicken farm along with his wife, Grace. At one point, Mrs. Coolidge asked the farmer, "Why do you have so many hens, and so few roosters?"
"Well, ma'am," replied the farmer, slightly embarrassed, "you see, one rooster can service a hen forty times a day."
"Forty times a day!" exclaimed the astonished First Lady. "You go tell Mr. Coolidge that."
The farmer did as he was told.
"Forty times a day, eh?" the famously laconic President responded. "Same hen each time?"
"Oh, no, Mr. President," answered the farmer. "Different hen each time."
"You go tell Mrs. Coolidge that."
Reply #400. May 10 12, 1:54 PM
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