[ WP ] Stereotypes about different nationalities are all true . Because of this the French people can only end up being chefs , Germany produces nothing but engineers , British people are butlers etc . You want to do something else with your life than what 's assigned to all your countrymen .

`` But it's entirely unpalatable father!'' 
 
 `` Do n't you use that kinda language in here yoo little bastard. Now drink yer beer or I'll show yis the backa my hand!'' 
 
 Sighing, I picked up my breakfast beer and forced down the wave of revulsion that overwhelmed me every morning, confronted as I was with the entirely unappealing mess of greasy sausages, lamb chops and vegimite on toast that had been shovelled onto my plate from the barbecue by my sweating father. 
 
 `` Get that inta ya! Got ta get out there and wrestle some bears for the Yanks. Fat bastards reckon their guns are only good fer shootin people. Fuckin idiots. Have n't got a brain between them. Lucky they've got us Aussies here eh! Dunno what they'd do without us to keep a handle on all the wild animals. Had to go round to General Lieutenant Sargent Jones' house this morning at friggin sparrow fart just to pick up a snake that had got into his kids bed! I told him right `` just fuckin shoot it yer bastard'' and he says all seppo like `` No Sir! I am not authorised to discharge my weapon outside of a conflict zone'' and I'm just like `` faaaaaark. mate. Ok, no worries'' so I just did it but it was all a bit how's it goin. Still, lucky we've got em them around otherwise some other lot of Yanks'd be invading us like last time.'' 
 
 Father accompanies the last declamation with a solid slap on the back, which I was n't expecting to be honest and the result is a face full of fried onions for yours truly. 
 
 `` Father?'' I say, ( removing the last pieces of onion from my spectacles with the corner of a napkin ). 
 
 `` I told ya, stop calling me that. Me name's Dad.'' 
 
 `` yes, quite, uhh… Dad?'' 
 
 `` whaddya want boy?'' 
 
 `` I've decided I should like to be gentleman'' 
 
 `` A what?'' 
 
 `` A gentleman father'' 
 
 `` Well…. it'll be a bit disappointing for your mother not to have grandchildren but I suppose if you do n't like girls….'' 
 
 `` No, no, no, you misunderstand pater. I wish to lead a life of leisure managing my estates and only occasionally wrestling crocs and running down Kangaroos…. Father! Where are you going?'' 
 
 Well at this point my father rushed off to the kitchen quite without warning and grabbed my poor mother by the front of her singlet and started shouting obscenities. At first I thought he was just being romantic, but soon I realised he was truly enraged! 
 
 `` THAT POMMIE BASTARD I SWEAR I'LL WRING HIS FUCKIN NECK! …. How could you do this to me Marge? and with an Englishman?
