used to be New Zealand's western island. But the brits needed a place
to stash convicts. Being generous, New Zealand gave them the island.
50 years pass, and the convicts breed
simple table manners. The other half of the country is made
up of abused aboriginals, whose
only joy in life is to buy a litre of petrol
and sniff it around the corner
of the petrol
The country is mostly desert, with a couple of hick farms spread around.
The animals have pouches (what the fuck is the point in a pouch anyway?).
Abo #1: Let's buy some petrol
Abo #2: No money, let's just siphon it.
Abo #1: Gud idea
mens, hu hu hu.
<They siphon petrol
and proceed to sniff until they are high>
<Riot police come and beat them
Riot policeman: Haha, our australia you fuckers!