*insert evil laughter… hehehe…*
A woman from New York was driving through a remote part of Arizona when her car broke down. An American Indian on horseback came along and offered her a ride to a nearby town.
She climbed up behind him on the horse and they rode off. The ride was uneventful, except that every few minutes the Indian would let out a Ye-e-e-e-h-a-a-a-a!’ so loud that it echoed from the surrounding hills and canyon walls.
When they arrived in town, he let her off at the local service station, yelled one final ‘Ye-e-e-e-h-a-a-a-a!’ and rode off.
“What did you do to get that Indian so excited?” asked the service-station attendant. “Nothing,” the woman answered “I merely sat behind him on the horse, put my arms around his waist, and held onto the saddle horn so I wouldn’t fall off.”
“Lady,” the attendant said, “Indians don’t use saddles.”
My lovely friends, it’s now all out in the open. We’re all fake. I do not really exist. Well I do but of course not in Australia. Because Australia is not real.
My pictures of pristine beaches are pictures from somewhere else. The Gum Trees are fake plants. The koala and kangaroo pictures are all photoshopped. The lorikeets are actually sparrows that got spray painted. Uluru is just a pile of dirt in the backyard of another fake identity. And the Sydney Opera House… well that’s actually the creation of a 4 year old playing with his legos… and Aborigines or Torres Straight People? Well… that’s also just a made up story. Or have you ever seen one??? 😜