Could we interrupt this Dutch ego-trip for a moment and discuss this "hat-thief tree"? That sounds like a much more pressing issue.
But, but... ... my dick is more important you disrespectful swine! >:C
Just a temporary interruption to your Dutch wanking so we could become more informed about the perils of Australia. That accomplished, feel free to resume your regularly scheduled self-indulgence.
generally don't attack if they think you're watching them.
Thats why they come in the night. I must admit that I'm temped by the idea of Austraila but after returning form a trip a cousin of my gave the impression that everything was trying to kill you.
you just have to stop and grab your hat
When a gentleman is perambulating with a lady he does not stop to grab a hat. Even if it is a killer top hat.
Thats why they come in the night. I must admit that I'm temped by the idea of Austraila but after returning form a trip a cousin of my gave the impression that everything was trying to kill you.
He's trying to seem tough. In reality, it's not that bad, it pretty much comes down to this: Sure, there are a lot of things that MAY kill you, but if you don't act like a complete moron and take some simple common sense advice(like, Don't fuck with the wild animals. Don't go sticking fingers into random cracks, crevices and holes in the landscape, if you leave your shoes outside, shake them out before you put them on, so on), you'll be fine. I find them endlessly fascinating, but then again, how many people have a favorite Neurotoxin?
See over here the biggest risk I have is a rather horny sheep.
And southerners, who seem to have taken to rioting at the drop of a hat. I think. I do recall you're england based, I think? It's either that or NZ.
I accidentally brought over a Huntsman spider to the UK in my luggage, which was an interesting discovery in the middle of the night, but A)I doubt it would have survived or bred in England, B)they're not deadly, and C)I'm pretty sure it wouldn't have ventured past my ex's place, where it escaped and began its brave new life.
I am from the west country I shall have you know! None of that London silliness. Both of my rents have travel a bit, they did a tour round Australia and lived in NZ for a year.
I found a flying daddylongleggs that I swatted does that count?
I am from the west country I shall have you know! None of that London silliness. Both of my rents have travel a bit, they did a tour round Australia and lived in NZ for a year.
I found a flying daddylongleggs that I swatted does that count?
Aw, I like west country. I spent a few weeks down in a tiny little village(literally, a few houses, a petrol station, and a pub) just outside of Marlborough, with my partner-in-really-good-crimes, Max. We watched a lot of Gavin and Stacey, which I love. Shuddap, it's good. Shit phone reception, though, I had to walk about a mile and a half out of town once a day to check my messages. Nearly got in a fight down the pub over the rugby, then the cricket, and then ended up getting really smashed and we all taught each other drinking songs.
His joke about west country women is an imitation, where he puts on a thick west country accent and says "If ah liked ye I'd fok ye but I don't so fok off."
Oh, fuck, his da and his da's partner have this fucking gorgeous little traditional country cottage which is well over a hundred years old, which I'm utterly, utterly in love with. It was like an architectural orgasm, fuckin' brilliant.
Hit me up next time you are over. Im In Gloucestershire show you some proper cider drinking. Haha yeah this is where signal goes to die we have next to nothing. Does sound like you had a good old night.
Im In Gloucestershire show you some proper cider drinking.
Oh god, please don't. Cider does not agree with me, being raised on strong beer, I really don't have the taste for the vast majority of ciders, and even the few I do rather like send me rather quickly ill. But as for drinking, don't be too confident, I'll give you a run for your money. But I will most certainly hit you up next time I'm over that way.
Just a temporary interruption to your Dutch wanking so we could become more informed about the perils of Australia. That accomplished, feel free to resume your regularly scheduled self-indulgence.
Do you think I take orders from you? I'll see it through the fingers this one time. Be warned.
Anyone with undamaged and fully functional tastebuds.
I ate a Vegemite sandwich once, on a bet (I won $2). I literally had to try to keep myself from vomiting with every bite. I can't really say I have the best taste, though; I also hate PB&J.;
Peanut Butter & Jelly suffers from the fact that Peanut Butter and Jelly are not the optimal combination. Peanut Butter & Chocolate Sprinkles is where it's at.
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I accidentally brought over a Huntsman spider to the UK in my luggage, which was an interesting discovery in the middle of the night, but A)I doubt it would have survived or bred in England, B)they're not deadly, and C)I'm pretty sure it wouldn't have ventured past my ex's place, where it escaped and began its brave new life.
I found a flying daddylongleggs that I swatted does that count?
His joke about west country women is an imitation, where he puts on a thick west country accent and says "If ah liked ye I'd fok ye but I don't so fok off."
Oh, fuck, his da and his da's partner have this fucking gorgeous little traditional country cottage which is well over a hundred years old, which I'm utterly, utterly in love with. It was like an architectural orgasm, fuckin' brilliant.
I'm awesome.
Different strokes for different folks, I guess.
PB, banana, and honey on toast can't be beat.