Welcom To Australia: Where Giant Rats Fight To The Death In The Streets
I don’t care if it’s immoral, or illegal, or whatever; I would buy tickets to watch this. With kangaroos, every fight is Ali vs. George Foreman and his many grills. I’m pretty sure this is the least dangerous thing to happen in Australia, anyways. Everything that isn’t actively trying to kill you wants to beat the tar out of you and steal your awful knockoff El Camino. I think they’d actually be doing you a favor because you can take the money and buy a real car, and not a half-melted pick-up truck.
I’d say that no animals were harmed in the making of this film, but I’d be lying. Let’s just agree not to tell, and it’ll be our little Intertunnel secret.
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I’d feel better if one wore white trunks, and the other guy wore black trunks. When they spin, I lose track of my favorite.
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