Baffald and strangly ammused.

I’m baffald, extreamly and utterly short of the long stick here, with austin as my linesman and cleese as my wingman i hope to conqour the likes of the english with my
“ek klap jour moor dwars deur boet” and “waar het jou ma vir you getry… doners maar jy’s all lelik ” and bring the “luister hier boet, vat you tent chana” following that hillarious van der merve joke – or something in the throws of “ag nee jisis, heirdie beir is warm boet – is julle nie so lekker in julle’s koppe nie – vir wee gee jy a warm beir – bliksem se’ moor man!”. Oh sometimes when things are all wonky and every bodies drunk I’ll try the “listen here mate, wheres the borewors hey?”.

I’ve been warned on many repeat occasions not “for god sakes, stuart” joke around about bombs and such terrorist things when boarding planes,trains and busses.
I was thinking though, a harmless “mohammad man, you da man – no no you’re da bomb !” might cause a few unsourmountable issues for both me and hypothetical Mohammad – but for shits and giggles(austin powers) I’ll have to keep that urge tightly under wraps.
Also I might if I feel the need to clear the terminals for fear of full seating mutter something like “alla all humas” learning over to smoeone of indian decent – but again i think i would fear my own safty after a remark like this.
Funnilly ( looking at someone though a funnel ) I think the experiance of real transport will be fun.

“for god sakes, dont make jokes like that son”
Heh heh what fun.

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