Monday, August 9, 2010

Lost in Translation

Suppose Richard announces ‘he’s really in the mood for a fag’. For a fact, he ís craving for a bloke to light his fire. But not in the way you might suspect. At least, I hope not, otherwise he has a confession to make to his beloved wife, and not about smoking! Got that right: fag means cigarette in Oz.

And I’ve got a hunch that the number of Asian girls who call themselves ‘Fanny’ (apparently a very popular name in those regions, I don't make that up) would significantly drop if they were aware of the fact that here, they might as well introduce themselves as ‘Hi, I’m female genitals, so nice to meet you!’

Don’t mean to spread dirty talk through this blog, but maybe this way I can be of some help to all the fannies in this world, and the blokes who crave for a firm meatball – might be ‘faggot’ home in the UK, dude, but here you get a firm bloke who lights your fire. And not in the way you might suspect. 'Don’t drop the soap, and practice on your Oz Slang!'

Well dear reader, hope you’re not too lost by now, it turned out to be a rather cryptic story. But all you have to know is: don’t name your daughters Fanny if you have any intention of visiting us here one day (and if you intend to give the poor soul a decent name, of course). And all visiting blokes, get your facts straight about fags and faggots, or your ass will be sorry! Cheers.

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