I think I know why Australians are so fond of their beer. It’s not like they can go outside; everything that walks, crawls, or slithers on its belly wants to inject every human they find so full of poison and bile they could easily pass for a politician. Staying inside and getting completely blasted is the only thing they can do for fun, otherwise they risk dismemberment from the wildlife. It’s also the only way you can get anyone to go home after a long night at the pub. If they aren’t quite drunk enough they’ll still have enough sense not to walk home. Getting plastered is the only way Australians can continue their day-to-day life in peace. Otherwise, they’ll just be worried all the time and that’s not very Australian of them.