Because Jared's a nice guy

[certainthings]

[Fictional Conversation - on the phone]

Jared: You going to Australia, man?

Jensen: Yeah, why? Wanna come?

Jared: Like to, but I can't. I just wanted to give you some uh, points.

Jensen: Points?

Jared: Tips. Whatever. Just shut up and listen. Don't drink Fosters - the commercials lie - Australians hate that shit.

Jensen: Okay ...

Jared: But they love it when you ask if they have kangaroos and koalas in their back yard.

Jensen: I'm not an idiot, Jared.

Jared: Keep telling yourself that, dude. And last tip. Use the word root a lot.

Jensen: Root?

Jared: Yeah, like, 'I'm going to root for the home team.'

Jensen: Uh, okay?

Jared: So you'll call when you get back?

Jensen: Might even call before I get back.

Jared: Such a girl, Jen.

Jensen: I'm hanging up.

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[certainthings.livejournal.com]

If you wanted to translate it all - I wouldn't say no, but if you don't want to, I'll be okay.

[katysam.livejournal.com]

OK. I think I covered everything :)

TRANSLATION:

Jensen and Jared are heading to Surfers (Surfers Paradise – Holiday spot on the Queensland Gold Coast) in their rented Holden Commodore (Australian car), hammering (driving/speeding) down the freeway at 100 clicks (100 kilometres an hour) and listening to Barnsey, Farnsey and Acca Dacca. (Australian singers / bands - Jimmy Barnes, John Farnham and AC/DC)

"Jensen," Jared yells over the blare of the radio. "We need to stop."

"Jared," Jensen sighs and turns off the radio. "We only just stopped. We're in the middle of whoop whoop (middle of nowhere) and I wanna make it to the caravan park in time to throw a few snags (sausages) on the barbie (barbeque)."

"You know, I love it when you talk dirty to me but it 'aint gonna work this time. I really need a slash (pee). Pull over," Jared whines and shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

Jensen rolls his eyes. "You dickhead. I told you you downin' (drinking) a slab (24 cans of beer) was a dodgy idea.

"But I really need to go. Now!"

"I saw a roadhouse back a bit. I'll just chuck a U-ey (U-turn) ...

"There's no time, Jensen. Pull. Over. Now." Jared pleads.

"Fine." Jensen says, as he slows the car and pulls off onto the stones at the side of the road.

Jared is fumbling with his thongs (flip flops), struggling to slip them on his feet, at the same time as he's reaching for the door handle. Jensen brings the car to a complete stop and Jared is out the door like a shot, almost falling A over T (ass over tit) in his haste.

"Mate!" Jensen hollers. "Careful. Falling over because your budgie smugglers (speedos or Y-front jocks) are wrapped around your ankles is not a valid excuse for flashing a brown eye (moon / show your bum) to the east coast of Australia! The locals aren't ready to see that side of your six-foot-four arse (ass)."

[certainthings.livejournal.com]

Huh, I knew more than I thought I did. Also? Thanks.

So would one ever say, 'I gotta slash' or is it always a "need"?

[katysam.livejournal.com]

No, not 'I gotta slash'. They would say 'I gotta take a slash' or 'I'm dying for a slash' instead.

And it's very much a bloke thing :)