I just received this urgent e-mail, and wanted to warn all Dopers of the impending threat. It really is a scary time.
Be careful out there.
I just received this urgent e-mail, and wanted to warn all Dopers of the impending threat. It really is a scary time.
Be careful out there.
Shouldn’t your last line read: “Be careful down there”?
Just when you thought it was safe to go back to the bathroom…
Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for this load of rubbish.
Everyone knows they’re using crocodiles, not alligators…
Poop.
Maybe we should call the crocodile hunter… get him to deal with our toilets.
Fuck 'em. I’m prepared.
Wump you wouldn’t happen to have that number would you?
But on a good note, I can tell the kids that maybe those crocodiles will eat the mouse that my husband flushed a few days ago, and convinced my four year old daughter that it wasn’t safe to use the potty anymore.
Kricket, PLEASE DON"T tell my 5 year old boy! He will insist I rescue the reptile and give it a good home!
Y’know…the really sad part about this is that I could send this warning to several friends of mine, and they would all promptly go into cardiac arrest.
Then forward it to everyone they have ever known.
Including me.
Oh jeez I didnt think of that Silky! I better check my email… she should be checking in any minute now!
So that would make this warning a croc of shit?
There’s always this.
I want a bog monster!