Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Tattoos and beer

It's only 11* days until:
Seizing an opportunity to talk to an actual Down Underer, I asked her to help me find out about the ventriloquist scene in Australia.  She being from New Zealand, I altered my request just a bit to her native land. While she still hasn't found an actual New Zealander ventriloquist, she did send me this joke that is about the Maori (the native peoples of New Zealand), and curiously, the Australians - Not the New Zealanders.

I was confused a bit, wondering why a New Zealander would tell this joke, then I realized it is a lot like me (a Wisconsinite through and through) telling this joke if I made it a joke about American Indians and Minnesotans. Except given a choice of going to Australia or going to Minnesota... oh never mind.

I really should do a little more in presenting a profile of the Maori, but I think a good joke is a good tribute, too.  I also stand by the pictures showing the Maori in their native dress and legendary facial tattoos and the Aussies drinking beer.  Being a Milwaukeean, the image brings out a feeling of kinship - the tattoos and the beer.

Get ready to laugh.
Kia Ora you fullahs (and gidday dingos):
Three Australians and three Maori's are travelling by train to a rugby match at the World Cup in England. At the station, the three Aussies each buy a ticket and watch as the three Maori's buy just one ticket between them.
"How are the three of you going to travel on only one ticket?" asks one of the Aussies. "Watch and learn bro," answers one of the Maoris. They all board the train. The Aussies take their respective seats, all three Maori's cram into a toilet and close the door behind them.
Shortly after the train has departed, the conductor comes around collecting tickets. He knocks on the toilet door and says, "Ticket please."
The door opens just a crack and a single arm emerges with a ticket in hand. The conductor takes it and moves on.
The Aussies see this and agree it was quite a clever idea. So after the game, they decide to copy the Maori's on the return trip and save some money (being clever with money, and all that).

When they get to the station, they buy a single ticket for the return trip. To their astonishment, the Maori's don't buy a ticket at all!!
"How are you going to travel without a ticket?" says one perplexed Aussie.
"Watch and learn bro ," answers a Maori ...
When they board the train the three Aussies cram into a toilet and soon after the three Maori's cram into another nearby. The train departs.
Shortly afterwards, one of the Maori's leaves the toilet and walks over to the toilet where the Aussies are hiding. He knocks on the door and says, "Ticket please."
Thanks to Jenny for the joke.  When I explain my blog and this feature in particular, people make remarks about my mental health or that I may have addiction issues.  Not my friend Jenny!
* 11 is a prime number.   We are getting really close to THE WEEK!!, as they say in the web buzz circles, and in the single digits, the numbers 1,2,3,5, and 7 are all prime numbers. So there's lots of opportunities for sharing interesting stuff about that world Down Under.
I hope yesterday's Mystic Moment wasn't so scary that it kept anyone up, or that it caused anyone to run and hide their head under a little red blanket, or anything like that.  I probably should have put a PG-13 rating on it for creepiness. 

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