An Australian, a Kiwi and a South African

An Australian, a Kiwi and South African are in a bar one night having a beer.

All of a sudden the South African drinks his beer, throws his glass in the air, pulls out a gun and shoots the glass to pieces.

"In Seth Efrika our glasses are so cheap that we don't need to drink from the same one twice," he says.

The Kiwi, obviously impressed by this, drinks his beer, throws his glass into the air, pulls out his gun and shoots the glass to pieces.

"Wull mate, in Noo Zulland we have so much sand to make the glasses that we don't need to drink out of the same glass either," he says.

The Australian, cool as a Koala, picks up his beer and drinks it, throws his glass in the air, pulls out his gun and shoots the South African and the Kiwi. He turns to the astonished barman and says,

"In Strailya mate, we have so many bloody South Africans and Kiwis we don't need to drink with the same ones twice."

 

I spent the day smoking pot and transferring all of my sms’ into my journal. I slept for the afternoon.

I watched Big Brother.

SMS. 18.32. Shits me that u don’t remember my birthday. Make an effort 4 people who care about u coz one sided only lasts so long…– Leah

Ah, and one of the monster people in my life rears their head. Back to me, that message says. We love our monster people for all their monster characteristics, as much as we laugh at their antics. Me, me, me, luv. Me, me.

I didn’t respond, immediately, Nyr! Ordered to wish someone happy birthday? You have been commanded. I’m not exactly sure that’s how birthday wishes work, perhaps her wishes tally for the year was down, I couldn’t see why that might be the case? Chuckle. I didn’t respond immediately, not for four and a half hours. Too stoned.

SMS. 22.51. Happy birthday. Bad day? – Christian