Word on the street was that Australia's beloved dark brown goo was not allowed to show its face at U.S. Border Security under section blah blah of the Bioterrorism Act, or something, or because it's not white enough, or something. And people say Australia is racist. Turns out the ban is just a bit of an urban legend, spread by someone who doesn't like to spread vegemite.
The legend lived on last year, when Australia's Foreign Minister, the splendidly coiffed Kevin Rudd, took the highly unusual step of making himself the news, again, by having a bit of a larrakin knockabout with U.S. Customs officials in Washington - as you do - as he was trying to bring in a jar of the stuff to the States.
The legend lived on last year, when Australia's Foreign Minister, the splendidly coiffed Kevin Rudd, took the highly unusual step of making himself the news, again, by having a bit of a larrakin knockabout with U.S. Customs officials in Washington - as you do - as he was trying to bring in a jar of the stuff to the States.
Turns out the whole spectacle was contrived by Brand Rudd. Who would have thought? And it also turns out he was just trying to ingratiate himself with the media. Again; who would have thought?
What the U.S. really should ban is that vulgar peanut butter. Dreadful substance. As if peanut butter wasn't enough yuck, the United States of Crazy deemed it necessary to come up with something else disgusting to accompany PB on rye, because it's just not gross enough on its own in a sandwich. Jam that has evolved into a jelly substance; what a good idea. Gross.
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