well not really, but in honor of all them great Aussie blogs, like my some of my favorites -- Down Underpants and Aussieliscious-- I thought I'd try to use some words from Australia. This a bunch of "strine" I tried to write into a paragraph for "y'all". If it doesn't make sense, and i could be terribly wrong the way I'm using it but, well I tried, just sharing some love.......................hope you like.
My arvo had been real busy. I was out having some tucker with friends when a couple of handsome blow-ins rock-up at the bar, , a seppo from the big smoke with plenty of big bikkie, and a young skippy, nice looking bluey. Guess they were out fossicking around for some fun. I caught the eyes of one of the tall poppies. A big built bloke who I wouldn’t mind seeing in his togs. He took off his sunnies and ordered some fosters, handed me a tinnie and said hello. “Tar,” I say. “Whadayaknow,” he says, and we begin to yabber for a tick.
There was too much dead horse on my sanga so I threw it in the rubbish.
He was doing an Aussie salute what with all the blowies around.
I drank the beer, but I didn’t want to be full as a boot. I was not looking to drink a slab of grog or just skull down the amber nectar and become blotto all night. I’m no larrikin, and no galah either. I was feeling a bit toey so I asked this guy to come back for drinks at my place. He was a real ridgie didge, a dinkie-di all right. Not like some wombat just looking to drink, root and leave. Without a barney, he quickly agreed, gave a hoo-roo to his mate and we left. He gives me a pash before starting his car and go to my place. While driving we had to chuck a U-ie because of a bingle blocking the road. What a nong, as my old cheese would say. I’m no sticky beak but I can tell that wally had no idea where he was going, hit a swagman right in the middle of the street.
I just wanted to get his duds off and squiz this guy all over. I hollered out a struth and began having some fun.