The compound is under construction. Gathering enough plywood, galvanized tin and used trailers takes time, not to mention stockpiling all the shotgun ammo, canned goods and bourbon.
I think that's alligator. I can tell these things since I used to work in the Chordata house at Lincoln Park Zoo.
Is that anything like Orchata?
I'm going straight to hell for sure for breaking out laughing upon seeing that. At work.
you are soooo sick. NEVER FUCKING CHANGE.
I've heard of putting your foot in your mouth, but a hand? And someone else's, at that....I saw the related story. The average person knows not to put their hand in an alligator's cage. One would think an experienced zookeeper would, as well.
My friends obsessed this weekend about the zookeeper's shortened arm. Will he reach for a Coke and grab air, now that his arm is shorter? What about his sleeves? My friends have too much time on their hands ...
Beth, hah! Maybe it will give him some type of competetive advantage in ping pong, shortening the arc of his paddle. Johnny, I'm looking into the possibility that some of the more advanced crocodilians may be able to exercise some type of mind control over weaker human subjects. The zoo keeper might've been lulled into a false sense of security.J.G. I'll try, I promise.Barbara, I'm on the express train, I'll meet you there.Splotchy...huh?Grant Miller, I worked at the Lincoln Park Zoo in early 1984, for the Zoo Society. I was a shipping and receiving clerk. I had the worst boss I've ever had in my life.
autch is all that comes to mine and why the hell would you put your hand near a croc????I worked at a zoo one summer when I was 15. Mischa the huge brown bear (he was actually one of the cups I used to play with when younger - see the cute as a button post) used to try to break the door down you could see the hinges move - then I got attacked by a goat and while cleaning the wolf cages - the doors had not been shut so all of a sudden I was staring in the wolverines face. Needless to say I never did go back to have a job in that profession!
Bubs- did you ever meet a huge (6 foot 6, 300 pound) custodian named Ralph (for Raphael-- he was Puerto Rican)?
Johnny, not that I remember. Katy, wow. Your zoo career, while short-lived, was pretty eventful!
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