no worms = no soil = no food = WE ALL DIE!!!
you should bow down when you see one because they deserve it.
snakes are useful too (venom for example) and they are gorgeous fascinating creatures.
Venom is really only useful for antivenom. Which we wouldn't need if there was no venomous snakes. But then Australia would no longer exist. And if Australia didn't exist, we wouldn't have any fuggout.
Ever heard of a Fuggout? No? Let me tell you sheilas about my Dad’s fuggout.
I grew up in a town called Dubbo, in outback Australia. ****ing Dubbo, eh? Have you tried the cinnamon challenge? That’s what breathing air is like on a hot summers day in Dubbo. Like sucking down a dusty nutsack.
Growing up, there was shit-all to do. My family leaved in a pretty poor neighbourhood and us kids spent most of the time poking sticks at snakes and pissing in the dam.
Anyway, I came home one scorcher of a sunday arvo, probably after trapping some kind of small marsupial, and heard my parents yelling upstairs. Belting their bloody guts out, they were.
Some kind of dangerous snake, I assumed, or perhaps a drop bear has climbed through the window. Bloody low-hanging branches.
So being the little kipper I am, I run upstairs, burst through the door and whip out my boomerang, ready to chuck shit. My mum seemed to be in heaps of pain, practically doubled over, panting, red-faced I could’ve sworn she was about to boot any second. That’s when Dad needed to use the Fuggout. He yelled at my to go and get it, but I was pretty young, and I’d never even heard of a fuggout.
“Righto, then,” I quipped, and racked off to the garage to find it. I searched for ages, but couldn’t find anything labeled fuggout. I looked through the spider pit, the koala cage, even the snake closet – but nothing. I asked my brother Trev if he knew where it was, but he didn’t know what I was talking about – ****ing durry muncher. I had to tell Dad we were out of Fuggout. I didgeri-diddle my way back upstairs, slamming a couple of bevans on the way. He opens the door naked, redder than a dog’s ****. Didgeri-what now?
I told you boy, get the FUGGOUT!
