1st, there was a gator named Bob who had no back legs. So I was looking at Bob the alligator who had no back legs, and wondering aloud "So how does he swim?" A guy walking by: "He doesn't, he just Bobs." Ohhh... right, that's clever mister, and implies... that why he's named that. Sheesh, don't I feel smart.
2nd, there was a dadgum large gator-- "At 20 feet (6.1 m) long and weighing in at more than a ton, "Utan", the largest crocodile to ever be exhibited in the United States..." Whoa.
3rd, we touched a gator! Now dad's been waiting forever to do that, and has often said that before he dies, he wants to touch an alligator... to which my reply is always "Yeah, seconds before you die." That's why it was constant stress when they lived in Del Boca Vista phase III and had Brad the alligator living in their backyard. (dad mows the grass, mom is on defense with a broomstick) But since this baby gator had its mouth taped shut and was being passed around the audience, yeah, we pet it. Cool!
4th, it's not cool, it's just odd. WHY would you teach kids this is a safe & fun activity?
Amusing TV ("operation repo" show): "Look what I'm married to." Hee hee, he got a time out...
Life has taught me never to speak in absolutes-- aw dang, whoops.
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