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An Irish koala bear was sitting in a gum tree smoking a joint (as they do) and a tiny little lizard walked past, looked up and said, 'Hey Koala! What are you doing?'
The irish koala said, 'Smoking a joint, come up and have some.'
So the tiny little lizard climbed up and sat next to the irish koala where they enjoyed a few joints. After a while the little lizard said that his mouth was 'dry' and that he was going to get a drink from the river.
The tiny little lizard was so stoned that he leaned over too far and fell into the river.
A crocodile saw this and swam over to the tiny little lizard and helped him to the side. Then he asked the tiny little lizard, 'What's the matter with you?'
The tiny little lizard explained to the crocodile that he had been sitting with the koala in the tree, smoking a joint, but got too stoned and fell into the river while taking a drink..
The crocodile said that he had to check this out and walked into the rain forest, found the tree where the irish koala was sitting finishing a joint. The crocodile looked up and said,
'Hey Koala!'
So the irish koala looked down at him and said,
" Fookin Jeezus Lizard! How much water did you drink!?'