Our mantra that will live and drink by:
Up with taste, down with the hops
It may come as a surprise to you that you have a son. Given your love of beer and other cheap alcohol, it really shouldn’t be much of a surprise. I was born as a result of a drunken night in Australia when you hooked up with a wombat. Like you I was born via C-section, but it is much better for a marsupial to be born this way because the trip to the pouch is that much shorter. Anywho, my childhood was troubled. I had to grow up without a father, plus all the children teased me for being so hairy. Recently Mom-bat told me about her love affair with you and I had to write to let you know I exist. Please come back to Australia so we can spend quality time together.
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