The ongoing stories and shenanigans of a group of friends seperated by land, time and sea, who have randomly awesome times and never bothered to write about them. Part memoir, part pirate, with a dash of cheekiness and a serving of crasness, enjoy the dish that is Wanglor.

Tuesday, February 6

Don't Censor Me Woman

One of the greatest things about travelling in foreign countries is that they don't speak your language and usually when they do, they don't speak it very well. This allows people, say 2-3 Aussies travelling through South-East Asia, to swear with impunity anywhere, anytime with anything. Jono before he left us was actually quite concerned that we'd gotten so used to it that he'd go home and start randomly saying "fuck" and "cunt" when talking to his family.

Adam and I are actually so used to it now that we had problem when we started travelling with the chicks Jess and Alli. Mainly because they don't like the word cunt and we use it as every third word (every second word is fuck). Given the fact that the girls back home also don't like the word cunt I took great delight in going apeshit and swearing with it constantly. Which lead to a vicious cycle. Alli in particular doesn't like it and took to slapping my head everytime I said it. As retalition I'd do something equally annoying and slap her arse. Apparently it's quite funny in a restaruant to see me say cunt, her: fucker!!! *wack*, me: bitch!!! *wack*, me: it's only cunt, her: FUCKER!! *WACK*, me: BITCH! *wack*.

The best part is that everyone other backpacker, including chicks, say it and it' hilarious to watch the massive shitstorm that erupts when our girls go psycho about it to other people. Hopefully we can catch it on film soon and post it :P So yeah not much of a story but I'm fucking tired so eat shit.

Sizzlord

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