Fair Dinkum
As I walk down the street with a six pack of beer in one hand, I pass a gentleman from the working class who utters from his balcony: “A six pack? Fair dinkum.” I believe I have been accepted into this tribe.
As I walk down the street with a six pack of beer in one hand, I pass a gentleman from the working class who utters from his balcony: “A six pack? Fair dinkum.” I believe I have been accepted into this tribe.