Yep, it's Friday again and I can't wait to get to the Food Court for lunch. I think the person who invented the Bain Marie must have been an alchemist – he found a way to turn food into gold. You know what I'm sayin'?
Now, there's a saying that the Americans (mostly African Americans for some reason) have turned into something very annoying... and, let's face it, just plain grammatically stupid. Particularly since they're usually saying something that is very hard to confuse as something else, e.g. 'my foot is sore, you know what I'm saying'. Why yes, I think I do. It seems to be something they finish a sentence with. Maybe they just want to make sure you were following everything they said because there may be a pop quiz later.
I'm just glad it hasn't caught on here yet, that I know of. Although, there is that Down River song from Morganics and the Wilcannia Mob featuring an 8 year old aboriginal boy called Keith who sounds like he's a 60 year old trucker who's been smoking most of his life. In that song, one of the kids says 'Paramata's my team, if you know what I mean'. Yes, I believe you are trying to communicate that you barrack for Paramatta.
There's just no room for confusion there unless he's trying to say he owns the team, which I think is very unlikely. People need to stop saying that inappropriately, and go back to using it as it was originally intended – capping off a double entendré. None of this 'Paramata's my team, if you know what I mean' crap, how about 'I think Paramata like to spend a little too much time in a huddle, if you know what I mean'; or maybe 'I think he might be playing in the wrong code, if you know what I'm saying'.
I really don't know enough about rugby to continue with the rugby double entendrés (except maybe 'those shorts they wear are so short you'd think they'd be making touchdowns with every step, if you know what I'm saying). I did, however, notice the Wizard Cup trophy (yes, I'm aware it's a different code, but it's all ball sports, if you know what I mean). That's a big cup. You could fit a lot of beer in there and get yourself well primed for raping some chicks. You know what they say, 'a team that f***s together...' oh, I don't know... 'sells papers'?
You can email the Gold Logie winning Stilt-boy at jimjimbo75@yahoo.com.au
Go ahead, ask him a question... or offer him sexual favors, he'd like that...
