The only timed I ever laughed out loud in a library was a few years ago at the New Brighton library. The had labelled a few things in Te Reo to be nice and PC (Reception, Toilet etc) with the one that got me was the sign for 'Photocopier' which also had it's Te Teo counterpart under. Just got a mental image of Wiremu back in the day photocopying on the Marae while the wahine made baskets etc.
Grow older but never grow up
My wife's Opa emigrated in the 60's so with you there "Tulip muncher". Before anyone (pun ) scoffs! at that, when you hear the true stories from this era who as kids growing up in the Netherlands running from Germans who impoverished the food supply from their peaceful neighbours to keep war troops on the go, they were starving and ate anything to keep alive. So validity albeit cheeky behind that handle. Even today he walks into supermarkets and is in awe at the shelves of food.
Us Kiwi's, er New Zealanders we ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AYvMeT2GC14
"If you ever need anything please dont hesitate to ask someone else first.
Anyhoo don't forget to add to calendar 19th May, 27th July, and 31 August.
World whisky day, International whisky day, and Scotch whisky day.
DeMyer's Laws - an argument that consists primarily of rambling quotes isn't worth bothering with.
When I were a nipper, in the deep south, I had a Maori friend called Charlie. He lived up the road a bit, in an old rundown farmhouse.
I was 4 or 5, and Charlie was about 80, and believe it or not he spoke less English than I did. Never stopped us talking from the time I escaped the house until Charlie walked me home for dinner.
Much later, long after Charlie stopped being able to walk me home, and well after he stopped answering his doorbell I learned that what Charlie and I spoke was mostly Maori. Or so the old dear in the shop half way between where Charlie and I lived told my mother. When my mother asked her to speak to me, so that she could hear me speak it the old dear said that she couldn't. Or wouldn't. She thought that what Charlie spoke was quite different to what she used with her family, from quite some way away. My mother told me she seemed also to believe that there was something almost disrespectful in her even attempting to speak to me as Charlie had.
I remember Charlie vividly to this day, can even hear and understand him. And yet I can't speak more than a couple of dozen words of "Maori".
Go soothingly on the grease mud, as there lurks the skid demon
DeMyer's Laws - an argument that consists primarily of rambling quotes isn't worth bothering with.
I suspect it's similar to what I feel when I see people being offended by everyday words used across several languages and hundreds of countries and bearing not the slightest trace of insult or denigration in any of them.
But I've always known that what I get offended by is just weird shit.
And I think perhaps re Kanye West you're getting confused between offense and outrage.
Also, was the MIL offended enough by the source of your income to decline the use of it at any stage?
Go soothingly on the grease mud, as there lurks the skid demon
What a fucken let down this is.
Mibbee you should be labeled 'whinging fucken bitch from New Zealand'. Seems the most fitting.
...there are, amongst the irreverant tags put on races that, incidentally, like us were a conglomerate of interlopers, slaves or lost souls occupying some one else's turf at some point in history and staying...Wops, Gooks, Coons, Ockers, Poms, Boongas, Pakis, Curry Munchers, Slant Eyes, Chinks, Yanks, Redskins, Sandniggers, Paddys, Jocks, Norfies, continue your own list if you wish...I'm 1st gen on my paternal side, 1856 on the maternal, am mainly of a bastard mix of Irish, Welsh, Scots, some transported through Tasmania...I am lucky to be here...you obviously need to get out more...
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