My young brothers and sisters looked very awestruck at this first glimpse of barbaric life, and I fear many of the theories they had formed about going into the wilds alone, and experiencing some Robinson Crusoe-like adventures, were suddenly knocked on the head, to use a forcible colonial expression, one, however, which rather pointed to their probable fate if they had attempted anything of the kind.
Then I did a miracle on myself and came undumb.
We hopped on the freeway heading to LA and I looked over at the dashboard and saw the needle back on “E” and I told the guy, “Hey! You going to make it with the gas you got?"
And, possibly, public displays of boofish behaviour with your mates — but maybe that's only Australian billionaires.
