After a long night of drinking forties on the stoop with her deadbeat boyfriend, Mama koala gets knocked up.
Mama Koala has twins.
"Holy shit," she says. "You don't expect me to support two babies in this economy, do you?"
Then her homeboy takes off lickity-split. "Damn it to hell. I'll take the cute one," she says, and stalks off into a thicket of eucalyptus.
The loser baby - sad, abandoned, scarred for life - is being reared by hand by the Aussies. See it in all its glory right here. You will be forced to gnaw off an arm to release yourself from the weight of the cuteness.
Via Emma, fine purveyor of goodness.
