Sitting around the backyard table sipping a coffee with my cousin. Nothing but the slight breeze through his garden and the warbles of the magpie in the background.
We’re chatting along and the conversation turns to some new bloke I met through family and I describe him to my cousin:
“Loves his music, reckon you two’d get along like flies and shit. He’s a good bloke.”
He retorts with one of his favourites fishing a chuckle out of me, “Yeah, shit root though” with a grin that’d give pause to a shark.
Yea, I can already tell I'm not gonna fit in here. Don't have a clue what half this means.
But you're having a good time, right?