I demand satisfaction.
I'm really pissed off at Australia for having exported the following.
- Foster's. Come on guys, it's exported and marketed as Australia's beer because nobody down under would come near the crap. You can do better beer than that and I know it.
- Paul Hogan. He's been wearing the same fucking hat for 20 years. Someone please place him in an old folks home before he makes another crocodile dundee sequel or a subaru commercial.
- Steve Irwin. A.K.A. The crocodile hunter. Jamming your thumb up a croc's butthole is no hobby. Dangling your baby a la Michael Jackson near one isn't either. He goes in department stores looking at croc skin purses saying "I fucked that one, and that one..."
- Kylie and Danii. Unless someone has a videotape of those two naked and wrestling in jell-o, I don't want to hear from them.
As a settlement, I demand to have one box of each different type of Tim-Tam as well as one of kahlua slices shipped to my door.
