Here’s a pack of kangaroos enjoying happy hour at the pub. Oh there’s gonna be a fight! No, no not today. The rain has arrived down under and with it brings harmony and peace between the roos. Fucken finally. No kicking and eye gouging. It’s about time these dickheads learnt to get along. Oh those two are having a pash. HA HA! Not only are they getting along, they’re hooking up and ready for an orgy. There’s a koala. He’s like “where’s my jacket? I actually need a jacket. This weather’s bloody bizarre. Nah, screw it. I could use a shower. I’ll just eat my leaves. I’m gonna dance. I’m gonna go dance. Nah, screw it. I’ll just eat my leaves. It’s what I do best. The kangaroos have orgies, I eat leaves. Yeah nah yeah I do wanna celebrate. I do. Shit. Fuck. I hope no one saw that. I’m hitting the dancefloor. Here I come! Look out. [Struggling] I’ve sheltered home invaders in my living room. I deserve a break. [Chewing] “Yummy, yummy carrots for me. Yummy, yummy carrots for me. Oi Jimbo, are you going to the dancefloor?” “I just did, and then I got hungry.” “Oh yeah, was the music good?” “Pretty good. Lots of electronic stuff.” “Aw I like classic rock.” “Well get out of ya fucken comfort zone.” “Yeah alright, I’ll head over there later.” Meanwhile, the kangaroo orgy has come to an end. Everyone is cleaning up and going separate ways. These animals deserved to have a good time and a huge party. Yeah Jimbo will sleep at least 40 hours after this one. And the wombat is still cranky there’s no classic rock on the d-floor, but… it’s a good time overall, unless the country gets flooded! SHIT!