Today I heard that Steve, that Crocodile Hunter guy died… I guess he was stung by something. Here’s the excerpt I read:
Crocodile hunter Steve Irwin pulled the barb of a bull stingray out of his chest with his hands moments before succumbing to the deadly blow, video footage of the accident showed yesterday.
And then I was thinking, “Fuck… That sounds like a video I’d like to watch!”. Okay okay, I know, that’s probably not appropriate, but I know you’re thinking it too *nudge* (am I right?). So I guess now that he’s dead, he’s a brave hero who had balls of steel. Yet I remember not long ago, he was “that fucking whacko baby dangler who should go bowling with Michael Jackson!” So I guess that baby danglers are forgiven once they die. So, the way that MJ’s headed… He won’t have long before he’s a legend again!
Rest in peace Croc Dude… You were one crazy bastard, but i’ll admit, I sorta liked you at times when I was bored flipping through the television channels.
I guess Blogger isn’t allowing my photos to be linked on WordPress (a powertrip if I ever heard one). My images are fine on Blogger, but they don’t seem to work on WordPress, or if they do, it’s momentarily. Interesting too because my Blogger site is still up! Hmmm.
I was laughing so hard on the way home today thinking (and retelling) the story of how I once tried to help my dad while stoned! I must have been 17 or so and was going through driving lessons at the time… So, needless to say, I wasn’t a stellar driver. I had just come home from smoking a nice big dube to find him crashed out on the couch (as he so often did) and I thought “shit, his car is on the road… he’s gonna get a ticket, I should move it for him”. So I did, and I scraped the paint off on our fence in the process! I drove the car up the driveway scratching the passenger side against the fence the entire time. So in the end, I costed him a few hundred dollars worth of damage… all to save him from getting a $20 ticket! My dad loves me though! My intentions were good. They usually are… I think.