WE SAW THEM OPEN FOR THE RAMONES
(Thanks to Chris Elzi)
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You're up late tonight.
"Police were forced to use pepper spray to subdue the frightened kangaroo."
Just what is their definition of 'frightened'? Pissed off, maniacal, berserk, on PCP, maybe, but I don't think he was frightened of anything; wait, the laundry, were there red sheets waving in the breeze? No, that's bulls, hmmmm. You think maybe it was latent radiation from Japan? The article did say he seemed larger than normal, that's IT! The attack or the Killer Kangaroos! AAAUUUrrgh!
Posted by: Annie in Texas - up late on graves | July 26, 2011 at 01:29 AM
Countin' flowers on the wall...
Posted by: Head_Smashed_In | July 26, 2011 at 01:35 AM
That don't bother me at all
Playin' solitaire till dawn
With a deck of 51
Smokin' cigarettes and watching
Kaptain Kangaroo
Now don't tell me
I've nothing to do . . .
Only 5 hours till shift change.
Posted by: Annie in Texas - up late on graves | July 26, 2011 at 01:50 AM
A big red can normally kick/disembowel a dog.
Another trick they have is running to water (they're good swimmers) and if dogs follow them they drown them.
Believe me they might be grazers but treat them with respect.
Posted by: PeterB | July 26, 2011 at 02:58 AM
Tell the story and thrill us, Phyllis
Tell the story and thrill us
Aw, I thought he was going to kill us, chilluns
Yes, I thought he would kill us!
All together now...
Posted by: SW | July 26, 2011 at 03:45 AM
Can we send the spammers to OZ and introduce them to the Giant Reds?
Posted by: wiredog | July 26, 2011 at 07:12 AM
The Rampaging Kangaroos had a few great songs, but drugs and fame took their spirit away. Like Jefferson Airplane, they lost ground as they grew older. They took on the drummer and banjo player from the Depressed Wombats and eventually changed their name to the Terrorist Marsupials. Their descent to mediocrity had begun.
Posted by: Just Some Guy | July 26, 2011 at 07:57 AM
If you don't regret your youth, you will exert yourself in old age.。
what?
Posted by: sandy | July 26, 2011 at 08:16 AM
I'm amazed the 94-year-old was hanging laundry in the back yard. You go, granny!
Posted by: Coconuts | July 26, 2011 at 08:27 AM
Also, if it were here in the good old USA (besides the fact that there are no kangaroos), she would not have been allowed to hang her laundry in many hoity toity neighborhoods.
*remembers wonderful smell of sheets hung out to dry when I was a kid*
Posted by: Coconuts | July 26, 2011 at 08:30 AM
oh man, i LOVE the ramones!
Posted by: mudstuffin in klumbus | July 26, 2011 at 09:43 AM
Tie me kangaroo down, mate...
Posted by: Betsy | July 26, 2011 at 09:51 AM
belated *snork* @ SW, who I just realized is not only singing the same song, but has deftly adapted the lyrics
Posted by: Betsy | July 26, 2011 at 09:55 AM
When kangaroos go bad.
Posted by: Cheesewiz | July 26, 2011 at 10:12 AM
She's 94 and didn't want to go to the hospital after being beat up by a kangaroo? I think Phyllis is my new hero.
Posted by: nursecindy | July 26, 2011 at 11:30 AM