Couldn’t grow a choko vine over a dunny.

seeds wrote:

Where’s Wax24. I’d like his take on all this.
I wonder if he’s got a bag full of US sayings like this.
It’d be interesting to see the septic tank versions.

I like to use and learn Indo slang or saying's, locals love it when i use them at the right times.

My fav is "ada gula, ada semut"

Translated means "Where there is sugar, there is ants" i just like the sound of it and imagery.

I guess its similar in meaning to "where theres smoke there is fire."

Feeding the chooks

Gotta be the only living brain donor

haha.
If brains were dynamite, he wouldn't have enough to blow his nose.

Hope your chooks turn into emus and kick your dunny down

seeds wrote:

you can't make strawberry jam outta pig shit no matter how much sugar you use

ya cant make pineapple pie outta pig shit without a truck load of sugar.

Go and dip your left eye in hot cockie shit and put your head up a dead bears bum.
Old Bazza new how to deal with the Poms.

Life is a shit sandwich , it sure looks bad but tastes even worse

Captain goodvibes from memory

Not sure if this has been covered yet but “Show us your map of tassie”.

she answers: "coober pedy runway, mate, front and back"

carvin60 wrote:

seeds wrote:

you can't make strawberry jam outta pig shit no matter how much sugar you use

ya cant make pineapple pie outta pig shit without a truck load of sugar.

Can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear

This is top stuff gentleman( and ladies if any here), As an expat living overseas, these colloquialisms bring back so many memories of my life in oz, the characters ,the nights out, the fun times. Thank you all , i now know where the acronym LOL comes from , after reading a few of them I kinda snorted, cheers

Ripper thread.

Itsafugginbewdymate

This happened to me tonight.
Went to the bowlsie with me mate for a schooner of New and a schooner of draught.
Had a yarn and then me mate pulled out a lobbie and went to have a slap on the brickie's laptop.
So I shot through like a Bondi tram and sat in a beer garden with these two blokes and a sheila that I know.
True story.

Any aficionado of the Sport of Kings would agree that a bit of the spirit of Strine died with Jack Styring. When pulling beers eons ago, I’d do my level best to keep the only telly in the joint – high on its perch up in the corner near the front door and perpetually tuned to Sky Channel - turned down as low as possible. But if it was the Hanging Rock picnic races with Jack behind the binoculars, then it’d go up full bore. Everyone would crack up. With Jack, who couldn’t exactly machine gun out a thousand words a minute like a Bruce McAveny, it was more in the warmth of the broad, drawling delivery that made him so hilarious I reckon.

“He’s won-ah by as-ah far as you can-ah kick a jam tin-ah.”
“With its-ah mouth open like-ah mother cod fish-ah calling for its-ah young-ah.”
“Down to the judge-ah the first time-ah and this leader is pulling like a Collins Street-ah dentist-ah.”

Cracker night

Reg Gundies, dick pointers, budgie smugglers

You blokes got Buckley's with me. You'll be chasing tail harder than a greyhound after a mechanical bunny.

But fair dinkum I do root like a jackrabbit when I'm pissed as a fart.

Strewth, yesterday sure was a cunt of a day. But I'm not gunna spit the dummy.

Today'll be chockers with hard yakka with me sparky and chippy mates.

Then this arvo we'll be having a barbie at my place and later in the night the lads will be pissing in the backyard and shagging their sheilas in the back shed like it's the end of the world.

This thread has turned into a dog's breakfast....