Common occurrence, as in each, it's almost impossible to reach adolescence with all ones limbs.
This is simply not true,I have had at least four close friend's reach well beyond their adolescence ,without so much as to even lose a fingernail,mind you of course, the same can't be said for the fifteen german backpacker's that had constantly encircled their every move.
Water crossing's in the far north are never undertaken on foot, without the aid of at least one europeon backpacker,how we lul them in to a false sense of security is,the offer of anti-snake veneine,work's every time!
This is of course how we savvy queenslander's have survived for so long,since everyone know's backpacker's are generally considered an expendable commodity.LOL
Last edited by L plate; April 26th, 2012 at 01:19 AM.
Both of my parents were British hikers killed by Australian Crocodiles just before I was born.
I do not find this funny at all.
Seriously not funny.
You folks gave the world Fosters right?
Seriously not funny.
On behalf of both Tim halligan,Gronk,myself and any other insensitive australian lurker's,we would like to commemorate the sacrifice, that had befallen both of your parent's prior to your actual birth,we feel that we can achieve this small token, as your story is so typical of the many scared, and sometimes forgotten backpacker's,that found themselves facing similar and quite horrific experiences at the hand's of our great and sometimes unforgiving "Top End" .
It has been said that on numerous occasions confused backpacker's would cluster together in their droves until such time,that any passing australian felt the whim to cross any body of water,and sometimes, just for the sport of it,would coax them unwittingly to their demise.For this most inhumane practice, we would like to express our deep regret.
We know in our heart of heart's that, as your parent's were most likely bleating on,oop's ,sorry..er…I mean,pledging their alegeince to queen and country as most often they do, after only one or two "pot's" of xxxx(popular queensland beer)then go about sweet talking our women, and ,on occasions our livestock in to assuming both uncomfortable and precarious position's,.. I digress.
So in closing,we shall lay a wreath of no less than four imitation crocodile skin handbag's(the real one's are very expensive you know) as a small tribute to those backpacker's(Aardvark's english backpacking parent's) who unwittingly gave up their lives,so australian's everywhere, can wiggle their finger's and toes ,safely in the knowledge that it was an english backpacker,or two,that gave up their life for them,and not anyone very important after all.