Ah ha!
Me too 
Well, who among us has not ever considered a woman who was looney tunes?
That’s why I make sure to be the one taking the pictures.
The Manlaw, “Don’t put it in the crazy,” exists because we will reliably flout it. The crazy is where the fun is.
I haven’t considered a woman at all.
How can *Australians *believe in a flat Earth? You guys live on the bottom! If the Earth were flat, you’d fall off!
I am ashamed to say I was once on a drive from Brisbane to Melbourne with some mates and we got hopelessly bored. It is, after all, a long way. As happens, people start to come up with ridiculous conversations.
We spent hours discussing whether the drive from Brisbane (subtropical) to Melbourne (much further south) was, in fact, downhill. Now of course it started from an idea that going south looks sort of downhill when you look at a globe, in the same way that the Nile appears to run uphill from that perspective, but of course only an idiot would think it was downhill merely because we were travelling south on a conventionally oriented globe.
The argument evolved to taking into account the oblate spheroid thing and an assertion that because of that imperfect roundness, a car actually gets closer to the centre of the Earth as it goes a large distance south. If getting closer to the centre of the Earth is not the functional definition of downhill, what is?
That led to a definition debate about what “downhill” means. The counter-assertion was that it means a significant deviation from the tangential plane that touches the Earth at the point where the vehicle is situated.
Utterly pointless debate that got us to Melbourne without playing I Spy and only minimal injuries.
And not once did we fall off the Earth.
Meanwhile, on the subject of race naming, a group who earned the naming rights to races as described by don’t ask got full of drink and named the races the Hugh Jorgan Stakes and the Pat McClitris Handicap. This was a night event, and gormless newspaper minions in southern newspapers actually printed these names in early edition results the next day until someone had a forehead slap moment. Can’t do it these days, unfortunately. Have to provide the names well in advance.
Meanwhile, in Ankh-Morpork…
Speaking of Loonie Tunes, “the world she’s-a round like-a my head!”
Okay, but the “considering someone who is looney tunes” part remains valid. 
I want to go on my next long car trip with you guys! That is a perfectly legitimate conversation, for those of us who enjoy a good solid discourse born of genuine curiosity about the finer points of nomenclature when referring to principles of physics, or… you know, comparative etymology and stuff.