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I went to uni with a great bloke who was from Anchorage. Matt had a crash course in the Aussie imagination the first time he turned up at Rugby training, when, to his initial objections, we named him 'Alaska'. Yep, we're a bunch of thinkers, we think things. He had a go at just about everything that had anything to do with our culture and could skull beer like the wind blows.
Also lived with a guy from North Carolina called Tre. He was a bit more a stereotypical American (i one exists at all) but was still a great bloke. Loved the fact that he could call someone a 'cunt' here and not get beaten up.
All in all i've found American men that come to Australia to be great blokes who love beer and women, and that'll win me over everytime! The women, though, seem to spend most of their time here telling us how far behind our television is, whinging that we don't have the shopping there is back home, and tend not to sleep with anyone while over here. I'm sure i've just ran into the wrong ones...
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What's easier to believe: that a guy was born without sex in the manner of several Greek demigods and grew up to be able to transmute liquids and alter his body density yet couldn't escape government execution, or that three freemasons in a vehicle made with aluminum foil in an era before digital technology escaped our atmosphere, landing on the moon, broadcasted from there, and then flew back without burning up?
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