sex, and how I miss it

Just as a follow up to to my last post, the Aligator farm was fudging rediculous. You know all those crocodile hunter shows where he wades through a swamp looking for giant killer reptiles? Well I never really consitered how the cameraman felt about all that until I was waist deep in opaque water with little eyes popping out left and right, having all those discovery channel documentaries where the gator explodes out of the water and tears down a wildabeast running through my head. I didn't do anything too badass, but I when I woke up that morning I sure as hell didn't expect to be 3 feet away from a five hundred pound dinosaur while a man whose probably commitable wrestled and pinned the walking set of teeth with consiterable difficulty. Unfortunately it was too late for me to bring any of that footage home (still believe me?) but I still felt it was an experience worth your valuable blogging time.