Of all the timeless sayings in the Australian language, one is distinct for a multitude of reasons: “Get f***ed.” It can be utilised to reflect excitement (“50 percent off Shapes at Woolies!? Get f***ed!”), bewilderment (“Get f***ed, that kangaroo just crushed an entire keg of VB with its biceps”), disappointment (“Get f***ed, as if I’m paying $2.10 a litre for E-10”), anger (“Look at this dickhead doing 60 in an 80 zone, get f***ed”) and even love (“You bought me this? Get f***ed, that’s so sweet”).
But perhaps its most apt utility is in expressing astonishment – every once in a blue moon, for example, you’ll hear an album so inconceivably wild, so off-chops and intense that the only words your mind can conjure in reaction are, of course, “Get…