A few notes:

- Anyone who would piss off a slaughterhouse butcher is already too stupid to live. I'm married to a pharmacist, and I'm VERY nice to her.

- When you read someone was stabbed at least 37 times...then butchered, how do you know? Who was counting?

- How do you get a decent cut of steak off someone's head? I've never been able to manage it.

"Tan me hide when I'm dead, Fred,
Tan me hide when I'm dead.
So we tanned his hide when he died, Clyde,
And that's it hanging on the shed.
All together now!



Tie me kangaroo down, sport,
Tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down, sport,
Tie me kangaroo down."