Antipodeans

DapperGent

The scene is set, a dark night, cold wind blowing, campfire blazing, stars twinkling in the dark sky.

Three hang-glider pilots sitting by the campfire, one from Australia, one from South Africa and one from New Zealand. Each embroiled in the bravado for which they are famous.

The night of tales begins:

Kiven the Kiwi says, "I must be the meanest, toughest, heng glider there es. Why, just the other day I linded in a field and scared a crocodile, who came out of the swamp and ate sux men who were standen close by. I grebbed the crocodile and wrestled him to du ground and killed im with me bare hends"

Jerry from South Africa who typically can't stand to be bettered said, "Well you guys, I lended orfter a 200mile flioght in my heng glider on a tiny trail, and a Namibian snike slid out from under a rock and made a move on me. I grebbed de borsted with me bare hinds and beet it's head off ind then sucked the poison from it's body down in one gulp. End I'm still here today."

Rob the Aussie remained silent, slowly poking the fire with his cock.

Pugsley

rofl! says it all.