Isabel_Innuende
Really Experienced
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- Mar 1, 2020
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Gotta love Max G!
I had no idea there were so many fellow Aussies here!
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Gotta love Max G!
Shit tons, mate, all sorts. The Yanks used to be afraid, but no longer. We're quite content to stay on our island with a bloody big moat. Tasmania is doubly protected .I had no idea there were so many fellow Aussies here!
Shit tons, mate, all sorts. The Yanks used to be afraid, but no longer. We're quite content to stay on our island with a bloody big moat. Tasmania is doubly protected .
The Yanks used to be afraid, but no longer. We're quite content to stay on our island with a bloody big moat. .
Shit tons, mate, all sorts. The Yanks used to be afraid, but no longer. We're quite content to stay on our island with a bloody big moat. Tasmania is doubly protected .
I had no idea there were so many fellow Aussies here!
Nah, yeah, there’s a shit load of us. We threaten the Yanks and Poms with Vegemite and Fosters dregs and they stay mostly in line.
Oh dear, Isabel. You have my total sympathy. When I was much younger, I had a similar reaction to Brussels sprouts. Just the thought of them made me feel queasy. But then a dear friend suggested that, rather than running from them, I should embrace them. I can tell you, it was not easy. But, gradually, with each Lilliputian cabbage I consumed, my revulsion lessened. And, in the end - well, not the end as such, but after a year or so anyway - I was eating the little perishers for breakfast, lunch, and supper. Perhaps if you were to start by just reading a few paragraphs, building up over a period of several weeks? And then, perhaps when you can read a whole story, you might even try reading a story while not wearing any knickers? It's just a thought. Oh, and perhaps a dab of lube might make the whole thing easier. Good luck.
All Ockers and Kiwis are gladly welcomed here as long as they adhere to a few basic rules:
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and finally,
Under no circumstances leave booze, turpentine, or paint thinners where Russ can get at them, not after the regrettable incident last year.
So do I; now I don't know how I can ever show my face in that supermarket again...
Shop at Aldi or Lodl. They're MUCH more open-minded with how you treat the produce.
I think the biggest insult you can ever give a Canadian is to even remotely suggest they're an American. Yanks is Yanks, Canucks live further north, eh?and yet, Canadians have invaded your universities.
I have to assume that anyone who professes to be "shocked and appalled" by the content of Literotica stories yet has published stories with the following titles:
She Made Me Eat My Husband's Cum Out of Her Pussy
My Husband Doesn't Know I Was Creampied By Two Strangers
I Forced My Brother to Fuck Me and I'm Not Sorry
. . . is being sarcastic and/or ironic.
But it's hard to tell these days.
I think the point of the thread went over your head.
All Ockers and Kiwis are gladly welcomed here as long as they adhere to a few basic rules:
The polite way to ask for a drink at Tex's place is not "oi, gissa fuckin' tinnie, ya wazza!"
Shoes, shirts, and underpants must be worn at all times (Rusty, nota bene...)
My point, perhaps not well stated, was that no matter how ridiculous and outrageous the statements people make in social media, it seems to be harder and harder to tell whether they're meant as parody or are sincere. The real world is converging with The Onion world.
No, I got it, but I was trying to make my own ironic comment and I don't think it came across quite right.
My point, perhaps not well stated, was that no matter how ridiculous and outrageous the statements people make in social media, it seems to be harder and harder to tell whether they're meant as parody or are sincere. The real world is converging with The Onion world.
Exactly. That was the point I meant to make. But I hadn't drunk my coffee yet.
I think the biggest insult you can ever give a Canadian is to even remotely suggest they're an American. Yanks is Yanks, Canucks live further north, eh?
All Ockers and Kiwis are gladly welcomed here as long as they adhere to a few basic rules:
The polite way to ask for a drink at Tex's place is not "oi, gissa fuckin' tinnie, ya wazza!"
Shoes, shirts, and underpants must be worn at all times (Rusty, nota bene...)
Noting "Christ yer ugly, what's yer mother look like?" is not allowed on the premises,
It is not polite to proposition the women with "Hey Sheila, fancy a shag? No? Mind laying back while I have one?"
and finally,
Under no circumstances leave booze, turpentine, or paint thinners where Russ can get at them, not after the regrettable incident last year.
I had no idea there were so many fellow Aussies here!
And shoes? Really? Thongs are the go today.
Sorry, just been outback checking on the pet dropbear. He’s suffering a bit since the last cruise ship of Yanks turned up at the beginning of the year, and no one since. Living off a diet of Jack Russell terriers isn’t the same...
Bloody hell Lori, back to Aussie lingo 101. Being on the turps is not the same as drinking it. Just because I bought it in Bunnings is totally beside the point...
And shoes? Really? Thongs are the go today.
I think the biggest insult you can ever give a Canadian is to even remotely suggest they're an American. Yanks is Yanks, Canucks live further north, eh?