CRIKEY! Crocs!!??!
February 21st 2008 05:04
Your text goes hereYour text goes hereWith an invitation - to go shooting in my old Land Rover.. I begin to sweat....
I have no need to shoot anything, I don't want to confront crocs, I have no fascination for being in the line of site of Crocs... have I mentioned "I don't want to confront CROCS"
With no sympathy, they say something with regard to me seeing too many movies. I suspect they are poopooing my fear of wild animals, I could be wrong...
Anyway, I go to bed that night with images of me and my old Land-Rover chained to eachother and someone who looks like 'Crocodile Dundee' in his slowest drawl, telling me I look "Mighty fine all helpless and alone like this" and "When night comes round I want to hear you squeel like a pig,....make that a wild Boar!"
Oh, my! I told them this would come to no good and here I am now with my trusty old Land Rover on it's side me chained to it next to the river and no-one else in sight. Why do I get talked into these things.
Darkness is looming, there are sounds all around like slithering water borne creatures like....CROCS!
The night has come and 'Croc Dundee' has promised to feed me before he insists on hearing my interpretation of some forlorn creature.
I nervously enjoy the barbequed rabbit and it occurs to me there is enough grease in this rabbit to lubricate my arm and make an escape from the clutches of 'Dundee' ...
I am trying to run, trying to run, trying to run, my legs don't seem to want to go as I want and I feel hands on me, pulling at me, forcing me back, holding me from escaping..calling my name, calling my NAME!!??!
I awake in a sweat with what feels like a soaked terry towelling nightrobe around me, which it is of course....
My wife cheerfully admits it was fun but her and her girlfriend only wanted to go to the local reserve with the kids and shoot pictures... fun.
The next day we go on the trip (15 minutes away) with my trusty old Land Rover the wife and co-hort very satisfied at their dreammaking and the Land Rover none the wiser.
I have a cunning plan for retribution, heh, heh, heh! Stay tuned....!
I have no need to shoot anything, I don't want to confront crocs, I have no fascination for being in the line of site of Crocs... have I mentioned "I don't want to confront CROCS"
With no sympathy, they say something with regard to me seeing too many movies. I suspect they are poopooing my fear of wild animals, I could be wrong...
Anyway, I go to bed that night with images of me and my old Land-Rover chained to eachother and someone who looks like 'Crocodile Dundee' in his slowest drawl, telling me I look "Mighty fine all helpless and alone like this" and "When night comes round I want to hear you squeel like a pig,....make that a wild Boar!"
Darkness is looming, there are sounds all around like slithering water borne creatures like....CROCS!
The night has come and 'Croc Dundee' has promised to feed me before he insists on hearing my interpretation of some forlorn creature.
I nervously enjoy the barbequed rabbit and it occurs to me there is enough grease in this rabbit to lubricate my arm and make an escape from the clutches of 'Dundee' ...
I am trying to run, trying to run, trying to run, my legs don't seem to want to go as I want and I feel hands on me, pulling at me, forcing me back, holding me from escaping..calling my name, calling my NAME!!??!
I awake in a sweat with what feels like a soaked terry towelling nightrobe around me, which it is of course....
The next day we go on the trip (15 minutes away) with my trusty old Land Rover the wife and co-hort very satisfied at their dreammaking and the Land Rover none the wiser.
I have a cunning plan for retribution, heh, heh, heh! Stay tuned....!
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