Hypatia_PA
Gift 1
Now, for the giftage.
Holy crap! Santa's an Aussie! I know things about Australia! It's like, on a whole different day there - it's tomorrow there, today! Australia exists entirely in the future! And it's a whole different season. Having Christmas in summer just seems odd. And, as I learned in the following educational video, my Santa must be named Bruce, so thanks, Bruce!
Actually, a few years ago, before my wife and I decided to breed, we took a bus tour of Ireland. Most of the people on the bus were Aussies. From my 10 days with my new friends from down under I learned...
1. I am rather good at cricket. This does fuck-all for me here in the states.
2. Aussies are bloody good fun to drink with, but not quite as able to put it away as Canadians. At least not the two Canadians on our trip.
3. There is no better crowd to watch sport with. Any sport.
4. I really, really want to go to Australia! (But it will have to wait until retirement).
Anyway, on to the gifts from Down-Under.
First is the t-shirt I mentioned previously. It is of a most-excellent slayer of zombies, named Leroy. He's the gent in the gas-mask. I like this shirt, as does my monthly board-gaming group. I wore it there. It was described as "fuckawesome." Indeed. This one arrived a couple of weeks ago.
Gift 1
Now, for the giftage.
Holy crap! Santa's an Aussie! I know things about Australia! It's like, on a whole different day there - it's tomorrow there, today! Australia exists entirely in the future! And it's a whole different season. Having Christmas in summer just seems odd. And, as I learned in the following educational video, my Santa must be named Bruce, so thanks, Bruce!
Actually, a few years ago, before my wife and I decided to breed, we took a bus tour of Ireland. Most of the people on the bus were Aussies. From my 10 days with my new friends from down under I learned...
1. I am rather good at cricket. This does fuck-all for me here in the states.
2. Aussies are bloody good fun to drink with, but not quite as able to put it away as Canadians. At least not the two Canadians on our trip.
3. There is no better crowd to watch sport with. Any sport.
4. I really, really want to go to Australia! (But it will have to wait until retirement).
Anyway, on to the gifts from Down-Under.
First is the t-shirt I mentioned previously. It is of a most-excellent slayer of zombies, named Leroy. He's the gent in the gas-mask. I like this shirt, as does my monthly board-gaming group. I wore it there. It was described as "fuckawesome." Indeed. This one arrived a couple of weeks ago.