Discussion in 'Waffle' started by jmzmaloney, Jul 4, 2010.
What is your prefered method?
fucking punch the cunt in its bollox and rip its pouch off.... then spit roast it with ray mears.....and then finally a cap to the skull then butcher and cook the carcass...
I've been contemplating selling baby kangaroos in crisp packets, deep fried, then dipped in salt. 10 in a pack. Im wondering if therell be a market for such a thing
is that kangaroo fetus in a old womans wrinkly vagina? cuz it sure as hell looks like one.... i can even make out a withered old clitoris......
but seriously, i mite know a few australians who would be willing to try.....
Yeah I think they'd make the perfect alternative to pork scratchings
i had kangaroo burgers last week and im impressed!! very tasty meat
either way it was fair game
We have heaps in WA so you are allowed to fuck them up if you own a property.There are professional roo shooters and heaps of farm dogs are "roo-dogs" ( ridgebacks) Heaps of people go roo bashing (where u get a big ass branch and beat them to death), I'v only ever shot them or ran them over,
The tails taste good, (wrap in foil, place in fire )
Cruelest thing i'v seen tho is when my mate shot one in the head with a shotgun from pointblank range, just not the same as shooting it from far away lol
kangaroo's are ment to be feisty fucking things, look at skippy he was like a soldier
Hit it with the metal pole from the "badass WoW player" thread then gut it like a fish with my bare hands (yeah, Gollum style) cook what's left in a giant BBQ grill and serve to the community. What to do with the guts? Well, I most definitely have weighed the option of putting them in a little pool for the kids, but that's kinda fucked up.
i would entice the kangaroo with offerings of the very best assorted cheeses, accompanied by a nice chilled dry white wine. a little mozart gently playing in the background. me kitted out in the finest corduroy suit known to man, sporting a cravat and pipe, with a welcoming and trusty smile that could steam the contents of a fair lady's cotton bloomers from 50 yards.
after the kangaroo and i had become acquainted, sharing much common fondess for the arts, we would then - after a night at a shakespeare play - attend a rather swanky shindig after party. in which exotic wonderment of opium fueled free love with plentiful buxom beauties would be at our pleasure. i would then stage a furious raging conflict over a desired partner and offer the kangaroo a duel to the death.
this is the clever part...
when met at dawn and asked my weapon of choice from gun or sword, i would cunningly choose the gun, leaving the kangaroo with only the sword. i would then cooly blast him to hades from ten paces, and have my men do the neccessary arrangements whilst i have a spot of tiffin with nigel havers at the cricket.
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