Jesus Christ, Australia. What. The. Fuck. I know I’ve made fun of you for your koala rampages, your lax marsupial drug policies, and your animal-related holidays, but now it’s pretty clear you were asking for it all along. You see, this is a brushtailed possum, caught in the act of eating a cookie in the backyard of an Australian residence. This possum sucks, obviously, and believe me there’s no way I’m letting him get away with that pink nose and his little possum fingers. But, ummmm, Australia? WHY ARE YOU PUTTING COOKIES IN YOUR BACKYARDS? This is a classic case of Stockholm Syndrome, where Australians are the victims held captive by their kidnappers (mostly kangaroos desperate for another dime bag) and now they have fallen in love with the very animals that mean them harm.

But Possum, really? I don’t care if they left out cookies for you. You take them home and eat them on your couch while you watch TV or something. You don’t just stand there in the dark eating cookies, Possum. Not only is that fucking weird and a small step above wearing sweat pants to work, it’s basically asking for someone to come along and take a picture of you looking surprised, which is exactly how this ended up. So go ahead, eat your cookies. But leave me out of it, Possum, I don’t need to see any of what’s going on here.

Jesus Christ, Australia. What. The. Fuck. I know I’ve made fun of you for your koala rampages, your lax marsupial drug policies, and your animal-related holidays, but now it’s pretty clear you were asking for it all along. You see, this is a brushtailed possum, caught in the act of eating a cookie in the backyard of an Australian residence. This possum sucks, obviously, and believe me there’s no way I’m letting him get away with that pink nose and his little possum fingers. But, ummmm, Australia? WHY ARE YOU PUTTING COOKIES IN YOUR BACKYARDS? This is a classic case of Stockholm Syndrome, where Australians are the victims held captive by their kidnappers (mostly kangaroos desperate for another dime bag) and now they have fallen in love with the very animals that mean them harm.

But Possum, really? I don’t care if they left out cookies for you. You take them home and eat them on your couch while you watch TV or something. You don’t just stand there in the dark eating cookies, Possum. Not only is that fucking weird and a small step above wearing sweat pants to work, it’s basically asking for someone to come along and take a picture of you looking surprised, which is exactly how this ended up. So go ahead, eat your cookies. But leave me out of it, Possum, I don’t need to see any of what’s going on here.
What’s so fucking surprising, shithead? Like you weren’t just sitting around waiting to be discovered by humans. DON’T ACT LIKE YOU DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT CIVILIZATION. I bet your stupid reality show is only going to last until mid-season, anyway, so don’t make any big purchases.

What’s so fucking surprising, shithead? Like you weren’t just sitting around waiting to be discovered by humans. DON’T ACT LIKE YOU DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT CIVILIZATION. I bet your stupid reality show is only going to last until mid-season, anyway, so don’t make any big purchases.