I once fought a kangaroo, it was in 1973. we had both been drinking quite a bit of Irish whiskey and the punk started to come at me. We took a few swings before a copper found us, and if one of them dames at the bar hadn’t been egging us on I would have finished it. but you try to tell stories like this to kids today, they just don’t believe you.

its like I always say, go to the zoo and pick a fight with a 'roo, brother that’s on you.

Not Florida but close, South Carolina

How can the owner say that he’s providing a safe and enriching environment for animals when he regularly allowed his brother to beat and antagonize a kangaroo for fun? I’m glad that kangaroo put an end to his bully.

He ordered up some violent quiche, and the Killeroo dished it out

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