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South African Innovation – How to queue

South Africans are highly innovative and this usually stems form the need to do the least with the most return, in fact doing nothing at all is actually good and if you can do less than nothing that is ideal. Just take the simple act of lining up. South Africans have excelled in recent years and have received numerous awards for their innovation in managing queues. From the Kaksak research laboratory, we found various cultures queuing in ther natural habitat and then have the vastly superior South African queue. You be the judge.

In America, queuing for the favourite national past time:

American fast food queue

 

 

In Britain we found the best queues at the airport, long lines of polite people I dare say all wanting to come to Australia:

British immigration queues

 

Outside the Kaksaks house this is usual scene 7 days a week:

kaksak-waiting-line

Meanwhile in Africa, this is how it is done:

South African innovation in queuing technology

 

So far this is working remarkably well, except for Kobus Vermaak who arrived at the Department of Public Works in Pretoria to renew the permit for his Venter trailer not wearing shoes. He passed out after 2 days of waiting and even tried using a koki pen to mark his feet and then imprint them on the plastic floor, but as the queue moved and he could not keep up with the rubbing out and the remarking. He passed out from hunger and dehydration, apparently calling for a boerewors roll and a spook & diesel repeatedly.

He was eventually resuscitated by Ms Treasure Tshabalala one of the clerks at Public Works trained in first aid. Some suspect Kobus was pretending to be passed out at one stage even though he was not really while getting mouth to mouth from Treasure, but some witnesses say Treasure was sitting on Kobus so he could not move even though he was awake. Anyway this is a matter for the courts now and Kobus  broken ribs are healing nicely. Kobus has since bought 4 more trailors and is now a regular at the Department of Public Works, sometimes passing out after only 1 hour…..

How to live with a Huge Penis

I received this book in the mail today. Anyone else get one?

How to live with a huge penis

Chapters from the book include:

  1. Preface : My friends call me Python
  2. Showering at the gym
  3. Buying underwear
  4. Keeping friends after they’ve seen you naked
  5. Rebuilding these friend’s self esteem
  6. Exercise safety
  7. Why you will never be a record breaking swimmer
  8. Dating, don’ts and never’s

Someone got home early

This is a picture of Gazza in the local newspaper. He swears it was a dare but we think otherwise. He says the fact that he has not cut his toenails for almost a year helped. All I could say was CLEVER DICK.

The Husband got home early

On second thoughts, maybe not that clever, as that’s why he was out there in the first place. Gazza says it was worth it and he would definitely try it again.

Only in Australia

It is not often I write personal posts, but I had to share this story….

As in one of my prior posts I said we  had a spot out in the jewel of the west, Bankstown. Anyway last night me and some china’s are watching Super 14, Reds v Chiefs when we here some noises at our back door. Lights were off at the back. I yelled “We are watching the fokken rugby” and jokingly said “Take what you want and go, just dont interupt the rugby, oh and watch out for the braai it may still be hot”. In Aus, they can sue you for shit like that, when people are on your property, even uninvited and they hurt themselves, streuth. Things were quiet for awhile then I heard something in my bedroom, fibro walls are thin chinas and you can hear stuff through them. So still glued to the screen I walked backwards down the passage until I got to my bedroom door, expecting a lost possum or the neighbours cat. Aussie doesnt have crime like in SA, and as as I check into my room, just a glance so as not to miss any rugby I check 2 hooded figures at bedside table.

I wasnt sure whether missing some of a super 14 game or having some intruders was the greater crime. Shit, I also remembered I had only condoms and some of those leopard skin handcuffs in the drawer. They were not mine, a friend of mine left them there and he got them by mistake in the mail, its a long story for another time.

In Bankstown we have a reputation to uphold and as South Africans even more so. Usually we rob the robbers, just to make a point. “Hey” I shouted, “Im going to moer both of you until your kak turns blue I shouted”. I wanted them to piss off so I could go back to the rugby, but now that I think of it, I was at the only door and the windows have serious bars on them and I forgot the shutters on the outside were also down and locked..

The 2 froze, I glanced back at the TV down the passage, and said it again. “Wat fokken maak julle? Im going to moer you both hard, until your kak is purple”. “Hey, Shut up Bliksim” came my support group from the lounge, the bastards.

A girls voice responded. Mate, blue or f…… purple, what the f…. do you want. (Sorry we don’t swear on this blog). Outraged I turned to them, Wat de fok (I usually abuse people in Afrikaans, its more  expressive) do you want in my draw, condoms or handcuffs? Mate, you a f….. copper? came the response. “Maybe” I said, now looking through the door at 2 people in the slightly darkened room, both wearing hoodies from Lowes and sunnies. F… nose what they could see.I also knew the drol was firmly in the drink water as it is not very very often that chicks find themselves in my bedroom, and not for a lack of trying.

Can a ou not watch the rugby and drink a beer in peace? “Hey! my cousins”, I shouted to the oaks in the lounge, “Fok off” they shouted back, “Chicks in the house” I shouted back. Next thing, 2 seconds in fact there was 5 of us at my door checking out the 2 chicks in hoodies with sunnies standing next to my bed with the bedside table drawer open.

Dude, where did you get the cuffs said Gazza (Token Aussie friend, he’s a plumbers assistants mate). The one chick started crying and said something like “now we f….ed” through the tears and other just checked us out. “WTF are you doing in the house” she said in a deep westie accent, which was actually kind of sexy. “Ahh, we live here”, 2 of us said back. “Oh” she said.

I felt sorry for them. “Listen girls, we are watching the rugby, youse look like you could do with a drink, want to join us? But you can’t steal anything OK?” “Sure” said the big chick.. The hoodies and sunnies came off. The one was kind of OK, nothing a couple of beers wouldnt sort out and the other, after some dental work was quite cute. Anyway we had a great time, they stayed over and 1 of my housemates is still dating the the one with buckteeth, but then he is no Mona Lisa himself, and she is trying to kick the heroin habit for the second month now. Kylie the other chick still visits when she is spaced out and doesn’t want to go home to the boyfriend and kids.

As they say in the classics, all is well that ends well. My mate is also now the proud owner of the handcuffs.

Only is Australia I say. Bankstown, you never know what opportunities good or bad are around the corner….

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Ultimate Valentines Day Gift

Here you have it. The ultimate Valentines Day Gift, courtesy of Springbok Delights on Mowbray Road in Lane Cove. Well done guys, the missus was thrilled that I remembered and ofcourse as she only eats a little wors there was more for me at the Sunday lunch braai. Again, as they say in Australia “Love your work”.

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You cannot get better than this. Say "I love you" with Boerie..

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