get into the zoo for free, jump the fence

nah, the diffrence is this:

your joke was like watching a tragic round of golf. you got to the green under par but because of your ingorance when it comes to australian gun laws, you went on to completely fuck up the putt.

my round wasn't mind blowing. i mean, i could have crapped on about the lions disgust at the complete lack of szechuan sauce. or explore the mechanics of just how in the name of zao-shen (the chinese kitchen god) does a fucking lion open a fortune cookie. but because i'm lazy, i kept it short and came in on par for the hole.

which reminds me! 

now we're sitting at the clubhouse and you had such a shit round you're buying.

go find me a tsingtao then bugger off out of the members area.

for the life of me i have no idea how you got in here wearing that tag.