Thank Goodness I don't live in country Victoria

Yeah, I'm just grateful I don't live in Woop Woop.  I mean how would I get important dietary supplements like this:

Indeed it's a wonder that folk elsewhere manage to get past childhood really. 

However, the lesson we can all learn from this product is that clever marketing folk have realised how emotive the word Lamb is, this is why they have used the far less disturbing phrase "Baby Sheep" or even Baby Sheeps" if you read the packaging carefully. The picture on the cover aren't the actual lambs included in the product by the way, they are just a serving suggestion.

I'll just have a picnic thanks.

So while I was at the somewhat polluted Morris Reserve, I decided to check out what services were being offered to the community there.

Your choice is, walking the dog, playing cricket, a picnic, a go on the swings, or having a baby bird piss in your mouth from its nest.

Of all sports, Golf?

Maybe the good people at Moreland council are anti Pringle jumpers and plus fours, which would be a fair attitude to take, but at the hard arse graffiti riddled Morris Reserve Molotov cocktails would seem more likely.  And they don't serve them at the 19th hole. 

No need to comment, I did really work out it is because of the freeway next door. Horrible if someone got injured that way, but it's a funny idea.