feeding the Ego, part 3

So, I do what id do to any friend: tease. Which should be fine. Should be. But this is messing with the all important Ego. Ooo….
Did it again tonight. He acted all miffed with me. I actually said that I has no idea if he was really miffed with me or just playing along (I was only kidding, but he took it so damn seriously.)
It all started when he said that they were going to be having a big braai on Saturday night after watching the rugby game. A spit braai. “Do you even know what that is?” he asks. Um... duh! I want born yesterday. Besides, I pretty much know my home language (English) far better than any freakkin’ Dutchman could. Told him that’s it a fire (usually over a drum cut open along it’s side) with a pole (spit) over it that u put the meat on and then u rotate it slowly so that the meat cooks evenly.
“Wow, u soutjies are gewax he?” now, had the roles been reversed, I would have gotten really pissed by being called that (soutjie, or soutpiel: a derogatory Afrikaans nickname for English South Africans. Basically refers to the English man having one foot in Britain and one in S.A. and his dick – “piel” – hanging in the sea; it has salt – “sout” –on it). On principal I don’t like being called that. I am just as South African as and bloody Afrikaner. But they tend to have this thing about them, as though they are better. Pisses me off.