A continent-sized landmass south of the equator, pretty far from anywhere actual human beings live. It's where Mother Earth expels its excrement as this landfill is located literally on its arse bottom. Filled with kangaroos, koalas, dingoes, poisonous snakes, and nothing much of importance.
Also known as Van Diemen's Land.
INCORRECT SPELLING: Australia
CORRECT SPELLING: Arsetralia
Also known as Van Diemen's Land.
INCORRECT SPELLING: Australia
CORRECT SPELLING: Arsetralia
by Third World Sam April 10, 2022

One hundred percent of women and all the bearded effeminates slowly replacing the real men of the world. Cooter carriers either can't grow a pair (literally, in the case of females) or had their balls busted during adolescence. Cooter carriers lack manly attributes such as courage, humor, a sense of justice and fair play, and the ability to withstanding pressure in adverse situations. Only real men have these traits.
Their biggest fear is how others will perceive them which constantly keeps them on the edge. That's why all the cooter carriers herd together on Instagram, liking each other's frivolous posts. Because they're too damn scared to live alone. Real men like me never give a fuck what others are thinking about us.
Cooter carriers like to constantly whine, complain, and assail you when they have the numbers to back them up.
If all else fails, they will give you the silent treatment. They started the whole #metoo nonsense framing innocent men for acting on their sexual impulses.
Cooter carriers openly hate us men for being men, but secretly admire our manliness. Why not - manliness is next to Godliness, and so every cooter carrier wants to be just like us. They burn with penis envy. Sorry for you beautiful gals and their unmasculine pals, you're all called pussies for a reason. The Lord created you that way because He is a Man and we real men are the only chosen ones who've been made in His divine image.
Their biggest fear is how others will perceive them which constantly keeps them on the edge. That's why all the cooter carriers herd together on Instagram, liking each other's frivolous posts. Because they're too damn scared to live alone. Real men like me never give a fuck what others are thinking about us.
Cooter carriers like to constantly whine, complain, and assail you when they have the numbers to back them up.
If all else fails, they will give you the silent treatment. They started the whole #metoo nonsense framing innocent men for acting on their sexual impulses.
Cooter carriers openly hate us men for being men, but secretly admire our manliness. Why not - manliness is next to Godliness, and so every cooter carrier wants to be just like us. They burn with penis envy. Sorry for you beautiful gals and their unmasculine pals, you're all called pussies for a reason. The Lord created you that way because He is a Man and we real men are the only chosen ones who've been made in His divine image.
Female Boss, "I told you to get the payment refunded to our client by Friday-end. What happened? He just sent me an angry email threatening to sue our company."
Real Man employee: "Have you seen all the chat messages I left you? I even scanned the 4-page refund letter and converted it to a PDF file. All you had to do was digitally authorize the payment."
Female boss: "Oh,,,,oh. My phone's not working. You should have sent me that in person."
Real Man employee: "I would have if I knew where to find you."
Female boss: "OK...whatever. Be more careful next time."
Real Man employee: "I will. Now get lost you cooter carrier."
Female boss: "What did you just call me?"
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Me: "Wow, that's a hot girl. Damn check the rack on that one. Missionary would be too nice for her. I just want to do her doggy style, put my hands down the front of her cooter, and slowly move my palms to squeeze her tits..."
Bearded Mangina : "Dude, that's not cool. You're doing so much objectifying here. Women are equal to us men in every way. The way you described that person is abominable. You should never demean women but should always esteem and protect them. And 'cooter' - that's such a disrespectful word. What you just did is called sexual harassment. You give the rest of us men a bad name."
Me: "Shut the hell up, you cooter carrier."
Real Man employee: "Have you seen all the chat messages I left you? I even scanned the 4-page refund letter and converted it to a PDF file. All you had to do was digitally authorize the payment."
Female boss: "Oh,,,,oh. My phone's not working. You should have sent me that in person."
Real Man employee: "I would have if I knew where to find you."
Female boss: "OK...whatever. Be more careful next time."
Real Man employee: "I will. Now get lost you cooter carrier."
Female boss: "What did you just call me?"
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Me: "Wow, that's a hot girl. Damn check the rack on that one. Missionary would be too nice for her. I just want to do her doggy style, put my hands down the front of her cooter, and slowly move my palms to squeeze her tits..."
Bearded Mangina : "Dude, that's not cool. You're doing so much objectifying here. Women are equal to us men in every way. The way you described that person is abominable. You should never demean women but should always esteem and protect them. And 'cooter' - that's such a disrespectful word. What you just did is called sexual harassment. You give the rest of us men a bad name."
Me: "Shut the hell up, you cooter carrier."
by Third World Sam March 10, 2023

When you're fucked over badly, because things went awry. You were totally out of luck. The "le" has nothing to do with French language. It only is used for emphasizing how badly you were screwed.
I landed in Berlin, and someone stole my wallet. It had my credit cards, phone numbers, and guess what, even the passport. I am truly le fucked.
What a day! I got fired from my job, and my wife left me. And the dog's missing. I am le fucked completely.
What a day! I got fired from my job, and my wife left me. And the dog's missing. I am le fucked completely.
by Third World Sam February 02, 2024

A mediocre, unimaginative person who can't write their way out of a wet paper bag. The medical condition is called Dysgraphia. If you've ever worked at advertising agencies, academic institutions or content marketing teams, you'd know who these people are. Non-writers are easily identified by their linear patterns of thinking, a complete inability to vary syntax, and an endless self-struggle with using the right adjective. They may apply all the cosmetic glow to their substandard, pathetic excuse of a writing but just one glance at those run-on sentences, and you'd know these people are just not meant to write anything important or complex.
By some quirk of fate, talented professional writers end up in the same team as these non-writers. In the eyes of management, they are the same as you, and are qualified to the same rates of pay. When that happens, you have no choice but to suffer their severe incompetence and bruised egos. Despite being embarrassing failures, non-writers are not open to constructive comments and edits.
The invention of AI writing tools has come as a boon to these non-writers. At least now they can hide their dysgraphia. But the lack of freshness in writing remains a permanent question mark on their skills and capabilities.
By some quirk of fate, talented professional writers end up in the same team as these non-writers. In the eyes of management, they are the same as you, and are qualified to the same rates of pay. When that happens, you have no choice but to suffer their severe incompetence and bruised egos. Despite being embarrassing failures, non-writers are not open to constructive comments and edits.
The invention of AI writing tools has come as a boon to these non-writers. At least now they can hide their dysgraphia. But the lack of freshness in writing remains a permanent question mark on their skills and capabilities.
Me: "Who wrote this blog post?"
Management: "Our new hire, Tanveer."
Me: "I'm sorry. Have you seen the adverb overload on this one? This looks like the work of a non-writer. This Tanveer or whatever should look for an alternative occupation. I can't think of a less capable person to be writing our blog posts."
Management: "Perhaps you're right. But you need to find a way to adjust around this non-writer. Why don't you just correct his mistakes, and no-one has to know! That's why we hired you anyway."
Management: "Our new hire, Tanveer."
Me: "I'm sorry. Have you seen the adverb overload on this one? This looks like the work of a non-writer. This Tanveer or whatever should look for an alternative occupation. I can't think of a less capable person to be writing our blog posts."
Management: "Perhaps you're right. But you need to find a way to adjust around this non-writer. Why don't you just correct his mistakes, and no-one has to know! That's why we hired you anyway."
by Third World Sam March 13, 2024

A unit of time used in Arsetralia and New Zealand, the complete opposite of a New York minute. In terms of normal Northern Hemisphere time units, it's equal to anywhere between 5 to 17 minutes. Approximately the time you need to take a comfortable dump in the toilet.
ORIGIN: The hours, minutes, and seconds move very slowly in Aussie-land and Kiwi-land compared to most of the Northern Hemisphere where actual human beings live. Aussies have nothing else to do than go surfing, drinking all day, and taking a nap in the afternoon (yet they are paid so handsomely well compared to hard-working people in most other countries who struggle for bare necessities). Following the Aussie Rules of time undoubtedly makes them one of the laziest people in the world.
The same unit can be used in the Northern Hemisphere to convey the need for a break or timeout.
You cannot hold an Aussie or New Zealander to the same standards of punctuality as everyone else (they're basically the same country; don't fall for their pretend bullshit that they are different people). Hence, the need for a standard of time that can be used for informal communication with these people (even formal communication).
ORIGIN: The hours, minutes, and seconds move very slowly in Aussie-land and Kiwi-land compared to most of the Northern Hemisphere where actual human beings live. Aussies have nothing else to do than go surfing, drinking all day, and taking a nap in the afternoon (yet they are paid so handsomely well compared to hard-working people in most other countries who struggle for bare necessities). Following the Aussie Rules of time undoubtedly makes them one of the laziest people in the world.
The same unit can be used in the Northern Hemisphere to convey the need for a break or timeout.
You cannot hold an Aussie or New Zealander to the same standards of punctuality as everyone else (they're basically the same country; don't fall for their pretend bullshit that they are different people). Hence, the need for a standard of time that can be used for informal communication with these people (even formal communication).
1. Aussie co-worker: "G'day mate. I'm taking a Sickie (sick leave). Wanna hang out and get wasted?"
You: "Sorry, mate. I have to work hard so I don't get fired. I want to be able to afford my rent so I don't have to go live on the streets again."
Aussie coworker: "Crikey! Just bring over your lappy (laptop) with ya. Tell your boss you're going off to meet clients or something."
You: "Listen, you lazy Aussie Drongo! I don't have an Australian minute to spare right now. So rack off and let me concentrate."
2. Somewhere in the Northern Hemisphere
Friend: "Buddy boy, come out right now. We're gonna go out pick some chicks at the bar."
You: "I'm gonna be right there. Just give me an Australian minute, ok? I'm taking a shower."
Friend: "What the hell is an Australian minute?"
You: "It's a unit of time. You'll soon find out. Just keep watching YouTube videos on your phone."
(35 minutes later)
Friend: "I watched an entire Netflix episode of Bridgerton. Is that an Australian minute?"
You: "No, that would be TWO Australian minutes. I'm so sorry for being an Australian minute late."
3.
You: "Sorry, mate. I have to work hard so I don't get fired. I want to be able to afford my rent so I don't have to go live on the streets again."
Aussie coworker: "Crikey! Just bring over your lappy (laptop) with ya. Tell your boss you're going off to meet clients or something."
You: "Listen, you lazy Aussie Drongo! I don't have an Australian minute to spare right now. So rack off and let me concentrate."
2. Somewhere in the Northern Hemisphere
Friend: "Buddy boy, come out right now. We're gonna go out pick some chicks at the bar."
You: "I'm gonna be right there. Just give me an Australian minute, ok? I'm taking a shower."
Friend: "What the hell is an Australian minute?"
You: "It's a unit of time. You'll soon find out. Just keep watching YouTube videos on your phone."
(35 minutes later)
Friend: "I watched an entire Netflix episode of Bridgerton. Is that an Australian minute?"
You: "No, that would be TWO Australian minutes. I'm so sorry for being an Australian minute late."
3.
by Third World Sam April 22, 2022

The real name of United Nations, and all its sister agencies. Everything it stands fior is a scam and a lie.
The U.N. is only concerned with taking care of all the negroes and negrrsses at the expense of hardworkjng non-nigger humans. No one cares for the U.N. except African countries, and other niggerfuxated nations such as Haiti.
The U.N. is only concerned with taking care of all the negroes and negrrsses at the expense of hardworkjng non-nigger humans. No one cares for the U.N. except African countries, and other niggerfuxated nations such as Haiti.
1. The United Niggedom is as it again. It wants U.S to pay $100 billion in reparations to all the negroes and negrrsses of Africa, supposedly for slavery. Fuck 'em.
2. I can no longer afford housing in New York City. I wish they cleared that little waterfront property called United Niggerdom. We need more highrise tenement complexes. Enough of suited niggers lecturing me how much money they're owed in reparations.
2. I can no longer afford housing in New York City. I wish they cleared that little waterfront property called United Niggerdom. We need more highrise tenement complexes. Enough of suited niggers lecturing me how much money they're owed in reparations.
by Third World Sam November 30, 2024

The only choice you get in some situations, and you just comply with it as you're too cowardly to stand up for your needs. Named after Anthony LaPusso, the entitled, privileged son-brat of Daniel and Amanda LaRusso. He has been raised with plenty of video games around him. His dad, Daniel, wrote him blank checks every time and gave him a Miyagi-do Karate Gi even though he didn't want to "wax on" and "wax off." His mom, Amanda, and sis, Samantha, drive him everywhere. Anthony doesn't really need to take adult responsibilities as his family would always be looking out for him.
That's why, when there's a tough and unpredictable situation, instead of battling it out, Anthony goes for the LaPusso Alternative and just takes whatever is being offered because he's too scared of antagonizing his parents, who might write him off the family inheritance and any trust funds. He's also scared of the school principal and other authority figures.
In a way, the LaPusso Alternative is actually a good choice when you have too much to lose because of owning responsibilities for your actions. After all, when everything is served to you on a platter, only a fool would choose the harder path in life.
That's why, when there's a tough and unpredictable situation, instead of battling it out, Anthony goes for the LaPusso Alternative and just takes whatever is being offered because he's too scared of antagonizing his parents, who might write him off the family inheritance and any trust funds. He's also scared of the school principal and other authority figures.
In a way, the LaPusso Alternative is actually a good choice when you have too much to lose because of owning responsibilities for your actions. After all, when everything is served to you on a platter, only a fool would choose the harder path in life.
Carjacker: "Give me all your money. kid. And the car!"
Victim: "All right, man. Don't kill me please. Listen you can take the car, and you can keep my wallet. But can you just spare me $10 so I can take the bus home."
Carjacker: "Nopes. you don't get anything. Tell you what? You can walk all the way home. Be thankful I spared your life, and you're not going to wake up in a hospital. "
Victim: "OK man. there's always the LaPusso alternative. Keep my car, and my wallet. I will walk all the way home."
Carjacker: "Fuck off, LaPusso."
Victim: "All right, man. Don't kill me please. Listen you can take the car, and you can keep my wallet. But can you just spare me $10 so I can take the bus home."
Carjacker: "Nopes. you don't get anything. Tell you what? You can walk all the way home. Be thankful I spared your life, and you're not going to wake up in a hospital. "
Victim: "OK man. there's always the LaPusso alternative. Keep my car, and my wallet. I will walk all the way home."
Carjacker: "Fuck off, LaPusso."
by Third World Sam December 10, 2024
