You could always challenge us to the vegemite challenge. We're sure to lose
that one. I come from the land of love, where women glow and men thunder.
In a message dated 8/24/00 8:50:06 PM Pacific Daylight Time,
d.broderick@english.unimelb.edu.au writes:
<< Pity the poor non-Yank here for a moment. I can work out just about
everything American from all the movies & TV that deluge us, but `root
beer' is a very wonderful and disturbing concept when seen from up here in
Oz. In our dialect, a root is an, uh, act of vigorous sexual congress,
often performed with (or impaired by) the aid of many tinnies of beer. So
naturally no gentleman could ever offer a lady such a beverage without fear
of being misunderstood; it would be entirely shocking. Nor could any manly
man possibly sink a root beer with a bunch of other guys while maintaining
a straight face.
As for those fellows coming to the door with their mighty industrial
RotaRooters, it is to faint quite away.
Damien Broderick >>
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