Seanachai Posted February 1, 2009 Share Posted February 1, 2009 Feck. The Aussies are here. Time for another beer, eh? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Noba Posted February 1, 2009 Share Posted February 1, 2009 Feck. The Aussies are here. Time for another beer, eh? Yes, we are. Well, sort of. 'cos some are not REAL Aussies, more like Paper-Aussies, really... And just like you say about Steve, you really like us, and envy us, don't you. That's ok. We're used to the envy from the rest of the world. Noba. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted February 1, 2009 Share Posted February 1, 2009 Where's my Boo, then, eh? Where's my buddy Boo? Damnation and viciousness, where's my Boo? Son of a bitch isn't even awake yet, and I can't sleep. I don't sleep, anymore. I doze a bit, no more. Another beer, then, eh? Another beer, and it will all be alright. Boo! Fetch a blanket to cover me! So cold... so cold... slurp beer, nice beer, drink the beer, makes the mind snap, reality clap, nice beer, sweet beer... Boo! Bring Master a blanket, Boo! Cold, so cold... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted February 1, 2009 Share Posted February 1, 2009 Yes, we are. Well, sort of. 'cos some are not REAL Aussies, more like Paper-Aussies, really... And just like you say about Steve, you really like us, and envy us, don't you. That's ok. We're used to the envy from the rest of the world. Noba. Bloody Aussies... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted February 1, 2009 Share Posted February 1, 2009 What the hell time is it, on the arse end of the other end of the world, eh? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Noba Posted February 1, 2009 Share Posted February 1, 2009 What the hell time is it, on the arse end of the other end of the world, eh? On the arse end of the world, where you are, it is 6:35am. Over here, it's 8:36pm... Where Mace is it's 10:36pm. Noba. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted February 1, 2009 Share Posted February 1, 2009 On the arse end of the world, where you are, it is 6:35am. Over here, it's 8:36pm... Where Mace is it's 10:36pm. Noba. Good, but not quite right. It's 5:39 am here, Noba. I'm in the goddamn heartland of America. Where God wakes up. You're looking at the stupid East Coast. Where God had a piss before deciding to get out of bed. That's where Peng lives, mate. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Noba Posted February 1, 2009 Share Posted February 1, 2009 Good, but not quite right. It's 5:39 am here, Noba. I'm in the goddamn heartland of America. Where God wakes up. You're looking at the stupid East Coast. Where God had a piss before deciding to get out of bed. That's where Peng lives, mate. Then that places you just outside the arse end of the world. But, in another hour, it'll be your turn. (BUTT, gedditt?) Or does the arse end not follow the sun? Does the sun shine in the arse end? Enquiring minds want to know. Noba. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted February 1, 2009 Share Posted February 1, 2009 So, when I can't sleep, the Aussies are deciding which bar to go to that night. I find this good. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted February 1, 2009 Share Posted February 1, 2009 Then that places you just outside the arse end of the world. But, in another hour, it'll be your turn. (BUTT, gedditt?) Or does the arse end not follow the sun? Does the sun shine in the arse end? Enquiring minds want to know. Noba. In another hour, it will be my turn to... be very, very tired. And a bit drunk. As to your enquiries, let me just say this: The arse end of the sun never sets on Australia. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted February 1, 2009 Share Posted February 1, 2009 It's weird, you know, to have drunk too much wine and beer, and be listening to Steely Dan, and exchanging comments with the Australians. I heard it was you Talkin' 'bout a world Where all is free It just couldn't be And only a fool would say that Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Noba Posted February 1, 2009 Share Posted February 1, 2009 It's weird, you know, to have drunk too much wine and beer, and be listening to Steely Dan, and exchanging comments with the Australians. I heard it was you Talkin' 'bout a world Where all is free It just couldn't be And only a fool would say that Start a new thread, you drunken sot. Noba. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stuka Posted February 1, 2009 Share Posted February 1, 2009 Its 3.09pm here, and i'm heading home from work. Not only do I work on a SUNDAY (sabbath followers be rooted!) but I get to go home at 3pm! W00T! Sooooo seeing as its about a 3 minute drive to the office from home, i'll be hanging off the end of a cold bottle of Beck's before Seanachai's had time to pour a pint of merlot over his wheeties whilst staring at the reflection of a 3 day stubble in his spoon while wondering where all the coco pops have gone. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted February 1, 2009 Share Posted February 1, 2009 Sunday morning in America, eggs and bacon, and maybe toast Peng is waking to the sounds of children Berli is coughing, spitting, despising all life eggs and bacon, and maybe toast Seanachai is finishing a beer Wondering where Boo is eggs and bacon, and maybe toast The sun is rising, rising over America Even in Ohio where there is eggs and bacon, maybe toast All over America there is eggs and bacon, and maybe toast In Australia, half a world away Tomorrow there will be eggs and bacon, and maybe toast Eggs and bacon, not so bad And maybe, there will be toast Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Emrys Posted February 1, 2009 Share Posted February 1, 2009 I'm in the goddamn heartland of America. Where God wakes up. ...Groans, rolls over and tries to go back to sleep, then remembers where he is and sits up holding his head and screaming. Michael Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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