in the states the c word is reserved for extreme uses only and its not appreciated by most women.. but here in australia, and new zealand to a lesser extent, it can seemingly be used to describe any person, place, or thing including cars, friends, places, or spiders as i later found out..
while riding through a small beach town called merimbula on the east coast i stopped at a park to cook some cheap sausages i bought on one of the free to the public 'bar-b's'.. i met a couple of talkative older guys doing the same thing (cooking sausages).. one of whom, michael, had me laughing hysterically at his stories.. in any given sentence michael was likely to use the c word 4 or 5 times, with the f word coming in at a close 2nd.. his tales and jokes would range from extremely vulgar to downright offensive.. i enjoyed his company as i rarely meet someone as 'colorful' as he, and he was actually a very good story teller.. after a meal in the park he made some coffee and offered that i sleep on his couch in the next town up the coast.. i gratefully accepted and listened to his stories well into the night, sometimes repeating ones from earlier.. by 11 pm i was exhausted and as he was heading off to bed i noticed a mammal sized spider on the wall about 3ft from the couch i was about to sleep on..
'hey michael' i said 'what the hell is that?'
he replied in his thick aussie accent with something along the lines of:
'that c@#t!? that's a bloody f#$%ing baby, lives behind that c@#t there'
(he pointed to a painting on the opposite wall)
'and eats all the f@#$ing flies'
after a moment of reflection i said 'oh, ok then.. goodnight'
i took a photo and he turned out the lights on his way to bed.. i tried not to think about the fact that the largest spider id ever seen was crawling around just above my head in the dark..
while riding through a small beach town called merimbula on the east coast i stopped at a park to cook some cheap sausages i bought on one of the free to the public 'bar-b's'.. i met a couple of talkative older guys doing the same thing (cooking sausages).. one of whom, michael, had me laughing hysterically at his stories.. in any given sentence michael was likely to use the c word 4 or 5 times, with the f word coming in at a close 2nd.. his tales and jokes would range from extremely vulgar to downright offensive.. i enjoyed his company as i rarely meet someone as 'colorful' as he, and he was actually a very good story teller.. after a meal in the park he made some coffee and offered that i sleep on his couch in the next town up the coast.. i gratefully accepted and listened to his stories well into the night, sometimes repeating ones from earlier.. by 11 pm i was exhausted and as he was heading off to bed i noticed a mammal sized spider on the wall about 3ft from the couch i was about to sleep on..
'hey michael' i said 'what the hell is that?'
he replied in his thick aussie accent with something along the lines of:
'that c@#t!? that's a bloody f#$%ing baby, lives behind that c@#t there'
(he pointed to a painting on the opposite wall)
'and eats all the f@#$ing flies'
after a moment of reflection i said 'oh, ok then.. goodnight'
i took a photo and he turned out the lights on his way to bed.. i tried not to think about the fact that the largest spider id ever seen was crawling around just above my head in the dark..
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