If they don’t kill you, they may steal your baby.
You know that’s a true story, right?
Lady lost a kid.
Tropic Thunder may have taught me that, but I’ll never not picture RDJ disguised as a dude playing another dude when I hear it.
And the media and courts will ruin the next 20 years of your life as we harass you over your dead baby.
Meanwhile dipshits on the Internet laugh about your dead baby 30 years later.
In the year 2033
Ain’t gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lie
Everything you think, do and say is in the pill you took today
Have you ever considered people make the joke because of Seinfeld and no inherent knowledge of the actual situation that took place in Australia?
Have you ever considered, even without contemporary context, you’re still making a joke about a real life baby being killed?
I came to the comments expecting Seinfeld references and am only just now learning it was a real thing.
I see it as the same as the saying “If it’s brown, lay down. If it’s black, fight back. If it’s white, goodnight” when referring to what to do when around bears. Yes it is comedic and yes it is referring to being mauled to death by a polar bear. Sure there’s an argument to be made about being insensitive to the victims of polar bear maulings but that’s not the purpose of the statement. “dingo ate my baby” is pretty clear cut on the meaning. Don’t leave your baby alone where it can be eaten by a dingo, some people will find that funny because it kind of is ridiculous and horrific that this actually happened.
I had a dingo. RIP Lucy girl
I always wondered if Portuguese Podengos were brought back by explorers.
They aren’t, but I like my story better
Comes in three different sizes and two types of hair. There is a Podengo for everyone.
Do you pet random dogs on the street? No? Then you won’t have any problems with Dingoes. Drop Bears on the other hand…
Umbrellas do nothing, I really wish they’d stop teaching that in schools, it’s why we have so many drop bear casualties every year.
This reminds me, I was once walking into a Melbourne Metro station, and the Aussie mate I was with had been spinning me some web of shit for a while, I finally lost it and loudly announced “LOOK, mate, I’m not gonna believe any of the SHIT that comes out of YOUR MOUTH ever since you tried to sell me on FUCKIN HOOP SNAKES” and a random commuter woman in earshot literally doubled over laughing.
One of my saddest days was waiting to cross a road and a car stopped Infront of me with it’s passenger window open and a big Labrador hopped up and was face to face with me.
I excitedly asked the owner if I could pet the dog, as it was literally delivered to my face and she said no like it was a weird request. Thats stuck with me for half a decade already.
There are countries where all dogs have owners (mostly on the other side of the leach) and you are always supposed to ask the owners before you pet them.
And then there are countries blessed with really cute street dogs that tend to turn tummy up when you’re passing them. You’re supposed to pet those randomly.
My country was the type with packs of street dogs that you had to keep your distance from and that you saw on the news from time to time for mauling another passerby
Maybe these are those skinwalkers my Australian friend talks about…