​WELCOME TO THE SOBs

The Secret Order of the Bandicoot is a society founded for the betterment and pleasure of all those who have something in common with nocturnal marsupials. We tend to roam at night, enjoying ourselves and howling, both literally and figuratively, at the moon.

It is during these shambling rambles that we may erratically alternate betwixt back-slapping laughter and righteous rants that would solve society's ills, if only the masses would listen. Saints above us, how much brighter would the world be if we were king!

Now get your lazy ass off this front page and browse around. Written content is under Menu. And Videos? Guess which tab has those, doofus.

​A bandicoot in a linen suit
Walked out in old New Delhi.
A ham on wheat he sought to eat
With a side of guava jelly.
A passerby gave him the eye
And thought him awfully smelly,
"Your hair is glossy, you're no Aussie
With a pouch upon your belly."
"True enough," the 'coot did huff
And went home to watch the telly.
-Mike Vance