Wednesday, March 05, 2008

MFT, get them britches back on!

12 comments:

Mr roT said...

thanks for getting better pictures. fantastic that a pop knocked that schmuck in the air!

Tecumseh said...

Nice move. Haven't seen it executed so effectively before. Now come the shysters, alas.

Mr roT said...

but what about the chilling effect on free expression?

Tecumseh said...

Conflicting constitutional requirements. Do they even have a Constitution down under, or is it all dolce far niente?

Mr roT said...

Aussies? A Constitution? I doubt it. They seem too busy having fun to bother with writing something so ponderous. I also get the impression that they are genetically just without that preachy shite the Scandinavians have. Maybe it's just an impression or a similarity I feel between them and Texans.

My Frontier Thesis said...

...and New Zealanders.

Mr roT said...

Don't go bringing up those NZers. Damn girls there are on bone #20 before you even buy them a beer. Hell with them. They gonna act like that, they might as well turn a buck at it.

Tecumseh said...

What's bone#20? You're being too hip, JJ, for some of the fuddy-duddies here.

Mr roT said...

Wow! You complain that I don't read your posts but you don't read your own posts, wherein That's one of the findings of a TVNZ Sunday investigation into the sexual behaviour of New Zealand women. [...] They are reported to have an average of 20 sexual partners, double that of their Australian and British counterparts and almost three times the global average of seven.

My Frontier Thesis said...

JJ, I picked the reference. But I was alluding to NZer men. I met a right-good one while in Mongolia. They use the word "c$nt" in many forms, and with much greater frequency than Yanks. In most instances it's not a gendered slur but a term of endearment and friendship. He was also a helluva scrapper, fighting off a group of thugs with a broken tailbone and nose (or something along those lines).

Mr roT said...

sounds crazy.

My Frontier Thesis said...

Yeah, this guy could drink an amazing amount of beer (I can't remember how many Heinekins of his we swilled), then switch to Johnny Walker and continue until dawn. I got lost in my own boozy delusion about one or two that morning. I remember him standing over me, and in a friendly tone and smile saying, "What the f#ck do you think you're doing!?" He turned around and, just before exiting the room, shouted out the door to the others, "HE'S F$CKED!!!" He gave a roaring laugh and closed the door behind him. I was grateful that we were friends.