Australia really is a weird place. Not the people, but some of the other shit that lives there, it just looks made up to me.
Take the Bilby for example. Now to you and I, this is a rat with cardboard stick on ears, and a tiny dick for a nose. If such a species existed anywhere else in the world, it would have simply been laughed into extinction. But in Australia, not only does it get its own charitable fund, it gets a national fucking holiday named after it.
How is that possible? If I put on a poorly constructed home made disguise, can I have a holiday too? No, I’d either get sectioned, or just be told to have a word with myself and get back to work.
But when a rat does it, that’s different. It’s discrimination, I’m telling you.
So here’s the deal Bilby, I’m only going to make ONE batch of sugar cookies in the shape of you in honor of your shitty day. That’s not even going to be enough sugar cookies for everyone at the party that I’m throwing in your honor. So suck on that.