There I was in my home among the gum trees in the bush making sure drop bears wouldn't try to take my little tin house when suddenly I see one of those awful coloured persons (For the stereotype, for the stereotype). So naturally I called out to Marge who was out back cooking us up some delicious vegemite infused meat pies and lamingtons to go and grab my knife, so naturally she comes out with it and I smack her so she gets back to the kitchen. When this feller comes close I see that he isn't one of those funny little Aborigines (FOR THE STEREOTYPE!) which was good because I'd lent my noose to Bruce because his pet kangaroo was actin' up, it's important because his ute was in Gazza's shop and he'd eaten his emu for lunch the other day because we were holding a farting competition down the pub in town the other day, meaning I wouldn't have been able to slip it around his neck before he'd thrown his boomerang at me and drag him back to Uluru. No, this was one of them funny Chinamen, those bloomin'
octopi (fts), so I cut off his stupid bloody ponytail and whipped him with it 'til he went back to his, I dunno, opium den (fts).
So after our beautiful dinner me, Marge, our kelpie (killer), our daughters Julia, Kiesha and Courtney and our sons Barry, Mac, Enzie, Kevin, Tony and John all settled back for an evening of telly, first we watched the cricket (my sons almost broke the damn thing with all their empty VB bottles they kept throwing at the screen, bloody Carlton, though their drinking skills are a credit to our glorious, glorious nation), then we watched some Skippy the bush kangaroo, then we watched one of our many excellent, amazing and astoundingly high quality home grown films Priscilla,queen of the desert (bloody fags, I'd have them playing footy 'til they liked our women (fts)).
Then the rest of the family went to bed and, while I promised to keep guard for drop bears, snakes, crocodiles and ethnics (fts) I actually went to play this amazing, new release game called Pacman, apparently the original version had some kind of yellow, sport hating communist that devoured innocent, hard working, footy loving ghosts so our blessed Micheal Atkinson made sure that we were playing it safe with a red, white and dark blue square that absorbed fags (fts), God and Queen bless him.
Again, for the stereotype, I think racists and homophobes are ignorant and awful and many of these aren't even close to true (just putting that out there because idiots think that every animal here in Australia, if you couldn't guess, is plotting to murder you in your sleep).
EDIT: I gotta go with Kollega here, too many people are missing the point, it's like they didn't even read the amusing OP, props to everyone who did what was intended though...
protestants and guiness...hehehe.
