Like, yesterday, I was um like in the Outback, and I saw this freaking crocodile okay, with like a can of Fosters stuck up it's -

There ya go.

Oh, and no, Queensland is like Florida, except in reverse, EXCEPT they think anyone from 'down south' is a Mexican, which implies that they think they're Californian, when really, that's the domain of the Sydneysiders.

Confused yet? I am. Especially with all this talk of faux g-strings. But then again, if your boobies are fake, and your tan is fake, fake underwear must be the next logical frontier.

Hey, I tried to steer the conversation back to riding, but look where that got us