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They forgot, "WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU SPLIT UP! DO YOU WANT TO DIE!!!"
With the Scooby Doo one, have you noticed that every single monster is a fake not an actual monster? So they are scared of fakes rather than actual monsters because they've never actually met an actual monster... Just sayin'.
This will give me nightmares.
Actually, JJ didn't direct episode IIX, which is why the two episodes are so disjointed.
Why didn't you post this on the Writer's Wretreat?
The animals in Australustria are a lot more dangerous than this. Bob can handle it.
Twas the day before Christmas and Bob was at my Bob's out-of-town in-laws's place sitting on the back landing, tuning Daughter of Bob's D-string when I felt a touch on my heel (bare feet of course) I looked down to see a cute, scaly head emerging from under my seat. My immediate thought was, "what an awesome lizard," followed by, "that has come out a long way from between my feet without evidence of legs," to, "that is a fair sized brown snake." (about 5'6")
Seriously, that would freak me out. I hate snakes. Of course, I grew up a bit north of you (on New Guinea) where the snakes and beasties are almost as nasty, so I have my reasons... On another note, did you all cook it up and eat it? How did it taste?![]()
That gives a very nice intro to my story (the usual payment is on its way)
Twas the day before Christmas and Bob was at my Bob's out-of-town in-laws's place sitting on the back landing, tuning Daughter of Bob's D-string when I felt a touch on my heel (bare feet of course) I looked down to see a cute, scaly head emerging from under my seat. My immediate thought was, "what an awesome lizard," followed by, "that has come out a long way from between my feet without evidence of legs," to, "that is a fair sized brown snake." (about 5'6")
After I had finished with the D string, I called to my family to witness this wondrous thing. Then Mother-in-Law of Bob shot it, then twice more for good measure
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and Daughter-of-Bob asked could we skin it?
I replied, "go inside an google 'curing snake skin' to see if it's worth your while." I was really just playing for time so she didn't have to watch too many death throes (or me weeping silently).
I went in later to break the news to her that her planned new snakeskin boots, and everything after, "hey, check this out!" was ever so slightly against the spirit of the law. She was already up to stage 6 of the internet instructional. That's the stage that says, "now cut the skun snake into convenient lengths to suit whatever cooking method you have chosen..."
In short, I don't worry about Australustria's dangerous wildlife too much. But Extended-Family-of-Bob make the Mansons look tame.