They are a superstitious lot, these aussies.
I was over there a few years ago, in Alice Springs and I was in a bar .
The barman refused to serve me, because I was a bit, er, 'unsteady'
'Sorry mate, we dont serve boguns'
but I knew there was an eclipse coming, so I pointed to the sky, and shouted
'O great sun God, listen to thine servant, head of the Liverpool Bumdingo tribe, and go dark'
when the sky went dark, the aussies started wailing and throwing dirt into their hair, then they got down on their hands and knees , grovelling to me,
'O great chief of the BumDingos, please make the sun shine again. dont leave us in perpetual darkness'
just then , the eclipse ended, so I said
'pint of fozzies and a packet of crisps please mate'
I was over there a few years ago, in Alice Springs and I was in a bar .
The barman refused to serve me, because I was a bit, er, 'unsteady'
'Sorry mate, we dont serve boguns'
but I knew there was an eclipse coming, so I pointed to the sky, and shouted
'O great sun God, listen to thine servant, head of the Liverpool Bumdingo tribe, and go dark'
when the sky went dark, the aussies started wailing and throwing dirt into their hair, then they got down on their hands and knees , grovelling to me,
'O great chief of the BumDingos, please make the sun shine again. dont leave us in perpetual darkness'
just then , the eclipse ended, so I said
'pint of fozzies and a packet of crisps please mate'
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