HEHE....Yeah, plenty of Australian women sound like fingernails on a blackboard.

Who is confused? Can I not like them both?

No, you'll like what you're told to like, worm. :lol:

Nope. French accents, Italian accents do nothing for me. It's strictly a Brit and Aussie thing.

There's this guy at the bank who speaks in a bit of Arthur Daley "Minder" kind of accent (or if any of the Australians remember Tony Martin in the Late Show in the mid 90s with his "little bit wo, little bit way" imitation). He comes across as if he's trying to flirt with you, but the accent just makes me think he's dodgy. And seriously, wouldn't you have to get past the accent first to find a New Zealander sexy?

No. They know where the bibliotheque is!

I love it when you speak kiwi. :love:

Kiwis are too fruity

The question before us; how to say clitoris.

I always thought "Chloris Leachman" was code for clitoris.

How could somebody name a baby Chloris???

It was right after the divoris. :D

I think it's time for the "curry gate" story.

When I lived in Tokyo, there were some N.Z. surfie guys who lived upstairs. We'd drop into each other's apartments and borrow sugar and milk and generally just hassle (and if we were really lucky :lol2:, we might get to watch a bit of a surfing video ). One of them had realised his currency with Japanese females and was testing how much value he actually had. I'd gone upstairs to borrow something one Saturday afternoon and I was told that under no circumstances was I to drop up that evening as he had a hot date. So that evening, I was sitting around, reading or watching TV or something when about 8 p.m. there was a knock on the door. Surprised, I went to open it. There was the N.Z. neighbour with a somewhat roundish, plain Japanese girl-very surprising given that his usual type was more like what you'd see in anime. Even more surprising was that he'd made the journey downstairs after the very strongly worded instructions earlier in the day.

Highly amused, but keeping a straight face, I enquired as to how I could assist. He informed me that there was a weird smell in the hall and he was afraid that it was some kind of noxious gas and they'd called the police to come and check it out. The police turned up and trawled the hallways and sucked their teeth as Japanese police are wont to do and said the equivalent of "uuuuuuuuummmm" alot.

Turned out it was some Indians cooking curry in one of the other apartments. :lol2:

I was working at the Zion nuclear power plant, north of Chicago. There was some special coming up on HBO that I wanted to see, but the motel didn't get HBO. Packed up my shit, checked out, and headed over to the Holiday Inn, where it said HBO on the marquee. Going in the front door it smelled funny, but by the time I got to the desk it was overpowering... curry. The management was Indian, and the whole place reeked of it. If I'd stayed there, I'm sure everything I owned would have reeked too.

OK, that does it for me...never had curry...never gonna.

Also:

A Holiday Inn, managed by people from India? The hell you say.

And that was 30 years ago.