It’s a mad, mad, mad, mad, max

Any news story involving climatic disaster and wild dog attacks is automatically a win, but when it ends in the word “doomed” you know you have a keeper.

The dingo ate my city.

3 thoughts on “It’s a mad, mad, mad, mad, max

  1. These then are the signs of the times:
    ‘roos looking for water
    packs of wild dogs
    SINGLE WOMEN LEAVING THE CITY
    That puts a crimp on the fearless “when the world ends I want to be fucking” attitude.

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