You know you're from Australia when...
Being Australian I found this quite amusing and it has some truth to it.
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Your next door neighbours can be from Tunisia, Israel, Indonesia, Japan,
Zimbabwe, Iraq, Brazil, Spain, Malaysia... The community is so concerned
over the fact that muslim women can't use public swimming pools because
there are men present that they have female-only periods. The Greeks and Mexicans
next door ask you over to have a barbeque. You don't actually use the
words 'sheila' or 'shrimp'. You sleep with Aeroguard
on. You're wearing a cap emblazoned
with 'Get A Dog Up Ya.' You feel obliged to spread
salty black stuff that looks like congealed motor oil on bread and actually
grow to like it. You actively dislike Americans,
but watch their TV, eat their food and worship their idols. You think Tall Poppy Syndrome
is a national condition. Democracy means the freedom
to draw caricatures of John Howard. Your idea of a lethal weapon
is a slug gun. The closest you ever got
to going overseas was your packet of 5 Days In Rio grundies. A posh meal = an all-you-can-eat
buffet. The term "musical instrument"
also extends to wobbly bits of ply-wood, hand saws, gum leafs and combs.
Your most offensive curse
also doubles as an exclamation of awe or amazement, like, "fark orf!" All of your internationally
famous people don't live here. You think footballers dressing
up in drag on TV is funny (but your son being gay isn't). You relish test cricket
- the longest, slowest game in sport (and that's not even counting the
replays). After all, what else gives you an excuse to sit on your arse
for five days, watch TV and sink piss with your mates? You don't drink Fosters,
but you let the world think you do. The only thing better than
beating the Pohms at ANY sport is giving them shit for it. You love, adore and admire
a particular team/sportstar/actor on a winning streak - until they lose.
Then they're just crap and 'past it.' You can compress several
words into one - ie 'g'day', 'd'reckn?' This allows for more space for
profanities. You favour either Holden
or Ford - or a souped-up WRX with new kit and a bootful of subwoofer.
Driving down the main street/beach
road playing bad techno is your idea of a perfect Saturday night / Sunday
arvo. You make kooky films, sometimes
about wayward road trips (across the outback preferably). Quite a few
are crap. You know all the words to
Khe Sahn but not the national anthem. Your nickname ends in 'a'
or 'o'. You have a customised stubby
holder. Your soap stars become pop
singers and move to the UK. You've ever used the words
- grouse, tops, ripper, choice, sick, rad, exo, ace, wicked, ballistic
- to mean good. And then you place 'bloody' in front of it when you really
mean it. Your cooking apron has plastic
breasts on it. The "Aussie Aussie Aussie!
Oi oi oi!" chant has been a religious experience in the past. The blokes at the local gym
think your weight training is an opportunity to ask you out on a date.
The big national sporting
events are men-only Your politicians believe
than sticking the prefix 'un' in front of your nationality is an effective
way of making you sit down and shut up. Our mantras are 'fair go
for all', 'mateship' and 'little Aussie battler' - but we still publicly
condemn those with different viewpoints to us. The barbeque is a male-dominated
arena. And the women do the salads. 'Fair go for all' excludes
indigenous people. An eight-hour trip to go
camping for the weekend isn't out of the question or excessive. You take pride in living
in a tolerant multicultural society but firmly believe that all Poms and
Kiwis are fair game. You insist on asking every
celebrity who steps of an aircraft what they think of Australia. If the
response is not overwhelmingly positive, they should be subjected to immediate
public ridicule. The private lives of footy
and cricket players become more important than local and national news
stories. Slick pick-up lines like
'Wanna shag?' and 'Carn, show us yer tits' can constitute male-to-female
conversation. You say 'no worries' quite
often, whether you realise it or not. You realise you have no Bill
of Rights. The first thing guaranteed
to get eaten at parties is fairy bread. So that's the special ingredients
that make up an Aussie - whatever your taste. You actually get these jokes
and pass them on to other friends from Austrailia.s |