Australia all the way.
I want to get bitten by something that makes me swell up like John Goodman at an all-you-can-gorge buffet and get pummeled by Peter and his gang of Lads.
No but really, Australia mows face. My only qualm is that I'm sure they get their fair share of pasty, bloated yanks wearing sandals-with-socks and snapping photos every five seconds. Wouldn't be surprised if they have some kind of anti-tourist militia roaming around down there.
Even if I'm totally wrong and the Aussies are the friendliest motherfuckers on the planet, I'd be intimidated by their chiseled physique, golden skin, and the fact they could swim through a school of jellyfish without a whimper. I miss Steve Irwin, mostly because he proved that not all Australians were Adonises, some are just stupid.
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