Last night was Cracker Night in Darwin, when every bogan fucktard blasts the hell out of their neighbourhood until 3 or 4 in the morning. It’s also V8 Supercars weekend, when the self-same fucktards spend all day watching gas-guzzling hotted-up family cars circling round and round and round a track one behind the other for no useful purpose.
I suddenly had an astounding realisation. Not only do I hate cracker night and have no interest whatever in the V8 Supercars, but I’m also totally uninterested in fishing, hardly ever drink beer, and get bored after watching AFL football for any more than 5 minutes.
Clearly I’m not a true Territorian, despite having lived in Darwin for over 23 years now. I hope no-one here finds out, they might tar and feather me and run me out of town.