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I say!
Steady on all you Germanic-types! My noggin is getting a good what-for trying to puzzle out all your principalities and duchies and dukies and such-and-suchs. Can't you all just get along peaceful-like? I mean really, aren't we all the same deep down? Oh, except of course for the Frogs. One of my trusted advisors came to me and showed me an article on how you could tell how bright someone was by the size of their head, and how all Frenchmen have teeny weeny skull bones. Thank God all us good Englishmen have thick dense skulls, thus proving... um... something. Not really important, I suppose. I'll remember it eventually.
So, play nice all you Teutons, or Uncle John Bull will have to come over and spank your buttocks for you, and you know how we enjoy that!
GOD SAVE THE KING, oh wait, that's me! Deucedly nice of me to wish myself well!
David the First, by the Grace of God, King of Great Britain, France, and Ireland, Defender of the Faith, Duke of Brunswick and Luneburg, Duke of Bremen, Prince of Verden, Duke of Saxe-Lauenburg, Archtreasurer and Prince Elector of the Holy Roman Empire, Elector of Hanover, Sovereign of the Most Noble Order of the Garter, of the Most Ancient and Most Noble Order of the Thistle, of the Most Honourable Order of the Bath, of the Most Illustrious Order of Saint Patrick, and so forth
I beg your pardon....
You will come down and do what?????
Oh, we so much would like you to try....
What Ho?
Really now! Anyone who's been to a school worth its weight in pounds (oh how very clever - we measure both worth and weight in pounds - must write that one down) knows a severe thrashing is the best behaviour modification technique known to man. Our headmasters are very accomplished at both that and speaking latin. Not that I remembered much of the second thing. Hic hoc huc. Ubi Exercendum Et Alktay Atinlay.
Must be able to take a joke if you are in government. My people always regard a good joke as a vital part of the monarchy. I'm never above having my subjects laugh at me to raise their morale. Their lives are really so meaningless and squalid, what with having to eat rats for dinner and not having plumbing, they really do need a hearty ha ha every once a fortnight or so.
Besides, I was mainly talking about all those no-fun Northern German types, whose countries are barely bigger than my estates in Scotland. You Austrians are casual and fun-loving, with your kangaroos and koala bears, and drinking your ale and eating your shrimp. You've really done quite well for a bunch of convicts that we didn't want loitering around our cities looking for work.
GOD SAVE ME!
David the First, by the Grace of God, King of Great Britain, France, and Ireland, Defender of the Faith, Duke of Brunswick and Luneburg, Duke of Bremen, Prince of Verden
Bravo!, Duke of Saxe-Lauenburg, Archtreasurer and Prince Elector of the Holy Roman Empire, Elector of Hanover, Sovereign of the Most Noble Order of the Garter, of the Most Ancient and Most Noble Order of the Thistle, of the Most Honourable Order of the Bath, of the Most Illustrious Order of Saint Patrick, and so forth
you know as an AusTRAlian i
you know as an AusTRAlian i sort of take offence to the Kangaroos and Koala Bears. but I can live with it.
What i CAN'T stand is the shrimp comment. IT's a BLOODY PRAWN YOU EUROPEAN RTARDS! Shrimp is a small insignificant animal that you throw in fried rice.
Prawns are nice 4-6 inch long sea beasties that you rub chilli and salt/peper on and throw on the Barby. You can't throw bloody shrimp on the barby!!
Actually I laughed my head off about the Canadian tourists you bought tickets to Austria blieving it was Australia. And the German tourists who went to Sydney Canada believing it was Sydney Australia. Travel stories are alot more funnier when you're a travel agent.
Never post drunk...unless that is your norm.
Actually, I heard it was US tourists...
I think I'd rather mix up Austria and Australia than the two Sydneys. Especially in the northern hemisphere's winter. Not much doing in Nova Scotia, unless you like sticking your tongue on fence poles so they freeze and you have to get someone to get a glass of warm water to pour over it to unstick you.
It happened to, um, a friend of mine.
At least Austria has good beer and skiing.
Dave