Australians to aliens
- Decinaty
- Jul 16, 2015
- 1 min read
“Bruce!” Bruce yelled “Bruce! Have you gone walkabout? Oi! Bruce!”
“Aye! Lmao!” Timmy waved with his three fingers.
“Fair suck of the sav! Are you a dinky-di alien?” Bruce exclaimed.
“Aye, lmao?” Timmy frowned.
“Grouse, kangaroos loose in the top paddock huh? Got any Good oil on my pal Bruce?”
“Aye, lmao” Timmy replied
“Lunch, mate? Rack off! not worth a Zack, strewth. Buggers.”
“Aye, lmao.” Timmy pointed around him.
“Ripper. I’m going to hit the Turps.” Bruce tried to walk off but hit nothing, as far as I could see.
“Aye! Lmao!” Mich entered from the same spot that Bruce tried to leave.
“Aint I come a gutser. Not within cooee home am I?”
Mich touched Bruce’s head and Bruce collapsed on the ground unconscious. “What language was that guy speaking?”
“I have no idea.” Timmy said. “Cara chose him. Go has him.”
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