The Tea Party

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tangararepublic:

o-bravenewworld:

gothdirection:

the most iconic line in australian film history

"How’s the serenity?"
"In summing up, it’s the Constitution, it’s Mabo, it’s justice, it’s law, it’s the vibe, and, uh … No, that’s it. It’s the vibe."
"Bad luck… ya dickhead!"

All up there as worthy contenders.

I’ve noticed a worrying trend lately of people looking confused when I quote The Castle. Watching it should be a mandatory requirement for being on Team Australia

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paintingsforants:

Day 288 : In 1693, The Cellars-Hohenort, then known as Klaasenbosch Farm, was the house of Hendrik ten Damme, Chief Surgeon of the Dutch East India Company. 🍃 28 x 28 mm. #365postcardsforants #wdc624 #miniature #watercolour #cellars-hohenort #capetown #history #lovecapetown #painting (at The Cellars-Hohenort)

paintingsforants:

Day 288 : In 1693, The Cellars-Hohenort, then known as Klaasenbosch Farm, was the house of Hendrik ten Damme, Chief Surgeon of the Dutch East India Company. 🍃 28 x 28 mm. #365postcardsforants #wdc624 #miniature #watercolour #cellars-hohenort #capetown #history #lovecapetown #painting (at The Cellars-Hohenort)

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quackiejakkie:

quackiejakkie:

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so i’ve taken a new approach because in all honesty, idgaf.

it’s dwindled down a lot. mainly just one that keeps it going.

now i just tell him he’s jealous of my brownness :) 

and it kinda shuts him up :)

yay me.

thank you miss-maggpie :)

Go @quackiejakkie!! Don’t let ignorant people bring you down. I sometimes think friends who are rude like that feel inferior and uncomfortable because you have your identity, you know who you are and where your roots come from. I can’t tell you how many people have joked about my accent when I pronounce Italian words (especially rolling ‘r’). I used to anglicize Italian words just so they wouldn’t pick it up. It’s hard having a bicultural identity. Fight on!

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My Dad's response to his white co-workers making fun of his accent

White Co-Worker:
That's not how you say it.
My Dad:
But you knew what I meant so why do you have to make a big deal out of it.
White Co-Worker:
Aww come on man, it's funny, lighten up will yah Nestor?
My Dad:
You know I speak 5 languages, right? How many can you speak?
White Co-Worker:
Just English
My Dad:
Tell me something. What does a cow say?
White Co-Worker:
Moo?
My Dad:
That's right, the cows in my country say that too. You know why? They can only speak one language *walks away*
White Co-Worker:
*sheds white tears*