Saturday, February 02, 2008

Hand-Me-Down Mirth

I’ve only been on one safari, but the experience remains indelible. I think some of us lack the gene that hardwires us to accept the shock of death and disembowelment, so when the giraffes attacked and ate our indigenous guide, Nkwanu, the entire scene left me with nightmares.

Like most people I’d come to believe that giraffes are harmless herbivores. In hindsight, perhaps it wasn’t prudent to roll Nkwanu in acacia sap and fresh mimosas leaves, and then tie him to a 12-foot extension ladder on the side of the Land Rover.


My bad...

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Gee, had the wind been blowing in the right direction they'd have never found him...it's not your fault Bob, get over it! ;)

paisley said...

you know i'm gonna say it.. why you wanna make me cuss like that??? you sick f'cker......

sometimes where your mind goes.......

Bubba said...

What???? Was it something I said????

Anonymous said...

yeah. you are just a tad warped.

It's fun to watch.

kaylee said...

You have the worst luck of
any one I have ever read.
Next you will telling us
the dog ate your homework.
And remind me never to go
anywhere with you when you
have a ladder in tow.
klk

hfurness said...

Who knew... And there was that whole lump in the throat thing... thanks for more reticulated humor - a rubber necking fan

Bubba said...

amuirin-- Your observation proves that you are either the master of the understatement or possibly the kindest person who ever visits my site. In either case, thanks...

Kaylee-- You needn't be worried. I've gone months never once losing even a single indigenous guide. It just never hurts to have a 12-foot extension ladder with you...

Harry-- I love it when you talk camelopardalian.