I’d love to go out and celebrate Australia day. But it seems that everything is underwater.
How does everypony like the new look? We have a brand new logo AND a brand new website! Take a look by visiting the link!
Are then any Australian Bronies out there? I’m starting to feel like I’m the only one.
Man, I just want to talk to someone who has a common interest with me.
I heard on the news that those worthless shit kardashian girls were in my country.
My basic reaction;
News: “The kardashians are in Australia”
Me: “Slow new day, eh?”
News: “Some people waited 30 hours…”
Me: “Wait, WHAT?”
News: “…To get a glimpse of there heros”
Me: “What the fuck did you just say?!”
News: shows girl crying “I just, I love them so much”
Me: “I don’t want to live one this planet anymore”
C’mon, This is Australia. Not pussy-ass-celebutante-loveingvill
3 levels of Australian Halloween
The amount of effort and concern that Australians put into Halloween seems to vary form year to year. Some years it’s a thing and other years it’s not. There are about 3 levels of how much Halloween affects the Australian public’s consciousness.
Level 1- No one gives a shit. If Halloween is ever brought up, it is quickly dismissed as a stupid American holiday where fat, unsupervised children threaten home owners into giving them chocolate, and is then promptly forgotten.
Level 2- Some people care. Large shops have an excuse to have a sale, small shops have an excuse to sell their crappy vampire costumes, and friends gather to watch horror movies. No one really goes outside because it’s too dark, it’s too hot and people are too busy arguing over whether Nightmare Before Christmas is Halloween film or not. (It’s not. It’s a about Christmas.)
Level 3- OHMAHGOD Halloween everywhere. Halloween this, Halloween that, it’s all everyone talks about. It’s on the news, public places are having festivals, people are talking about Halloween parties, and every ten minutes a group of fat, unsupervised children knock on my door and threaten me into giving them chocolate.
