Wild life

[den]

I saw a friend down the street this afternoon. He has a broken arm, two broken legs and great raking scratches across his face.

"What happened?"

"I was riding my bike along the boundary fence," he said. He lives on a farm. "You know that little corner with all the trees?"

I nodded. "You fell off?"

"Sort of. Just as I reached the trees a bloody great 'roo jumped out and landed on me! We went down like a pile of shit and I broke my leg. So I-"

"One leg?" I wondered. "But-"

"Yeah, the bastard landed on top and started kicking and busted my other leg. So I grabbed him 'round the neck and and punched him in the face a few times I was so pissed off. That's when he scratched me."

"That must have been hard with a broken arm!"

"Nah it wasn't broken then. The bastard jumped up and down on me a few times before pissing off. THEN it was broken. Fuck it was funny."



How do I know these people?

Comments

[arcturax.livejournal.com]

Good grief :P You have some craaaazy wildlife there! The worst we get over here are is probably deer which can run into you or in front of your car. Usually the car doesn't live either. As for pure obnoxiousness, the skunk has to be the worst one here and we have lots of em. Dunno if you have those down in Oz, but if you've ever smelled the stench those guys can spray out in defense, you will know what I mean. It smells like a rubber factory fire.