I'm holding my breath waiting for somebody to come up to me one day and say, "you Punks arn't worth snot at training animals now days. Why back in the day, Wilber used to pummel 50 Alligators down a slide three times a day, take tickets, and water the palmettos. I'm afraid I'll be facing a manslaughter charge.
Friday, April 25, 2008
The lost profession of Alligator Clubbing
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Wade G. Burck
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