Lets keep with the camping theme, I had a ridiculous amount of fun (heck, still do). Driving with my friends again, we wanted something a bit more normal. We all were tired as all sin from work and wanted a relaxed weekend. So driving along, laughing and this huge boulder of flesh is in the middle of the road! I swerve like a dumb fuck and we all swear, asking what the hell is wrong. A koala is in the middle of the road. Ensue half an hour of honking the horn and waving our arms at it. Koalas whilst looking cute are dangerous, 3 inch claws and a grumpy as all fuck attitude = fun times for nobody. We crack open a deck of cards and start chatting. Its a one way dirt road with no way to go around, we were patient... So was the koala... It just sat there, looking at us. :| A few hours pass, we check on it and its gone. NO idea where it went. We continue driving to the campsite and what do we see? A koala! Waiting! It looks at us and we look at it... Shifty eyes everywhere. Its still quite funny. We set up, start going about our business. Later that night, bruised, battered and sore we all go to bed (drunken wrestling without mats, fuck my body hates me). That night I feel something next to me, I wake up for a second think nothing off it and go to sleep. The sun rises and the beast we shall not name lets out this grunt/roar that would make the Hulk think twice. I wake up quicker then a flash, scream for help and jump out of my tent. When I say jump out, I mean more... Jumped through! The koala bolts out of my tent and waddles into the bush. There I am, dirty, a look of terror on my face, wearing only boxers. Everyone else is quickly getting out of their respective tents (in the outback, or not near civilization, you come to a friend if he calls out). I stomp off towards the land rover and get my machette. I was ready to hunt that bitch down. I'll see if I can find a picture. They sure took one, I was SCARY!