12 thoughts on “Note to self: Don’t swim with hungry whales”
Almost another receipient of the Darwin Award.
Right on, Richard. Couldn’t have said it any better myself.
When are these moronic tree-hugging save the whalers going to grow some brains?
These are wild animals, not cuddly little creatures that love us and want all species to get along.
THEY WANT TO EAT US!
Idiot Quote of the Day: “Oh they’re very playful right now. They’re hanging around us.”
I look very happy and playful too…when I see a big juicy steak sitting on my plate.
It spit her out because she tasted so freaking STOOOPID!
That’s like the buttplugs who go to Yellowstone and when they see a bear along the road they get the kids out of the car and move them toward the bear so they can take a pic. Then they get all bent out of shape when the bear rips the kid’s face off. What’s up with that??
Amen DJ, when will these people realize?
Wild animals make poor toys for human beings.
Conversely, human beings make excellent toys for wild animals.
Think about that before you reach for one.
DJ a good friend of mine witnessed a mom putting honey on her baby’s face at Yellowstone to try and get a pix of a bear licking her baby someone with a brain got a park ranger and he told them to leave the park.
it wasn’t my friend that got the park ranger. my friend was on his honeymoon and so his brain was no fully engaged at the time.
Could’ve been worse, like a great white shark…
ALN – Hmmm. The mom smeared honey on the kid and Rangers threw her out of the park. But your friend had gone and got married, but they didn’t punish him too?? Rote-karte! :0
The narrator saying “the whale senses her panic” is melodramatic, totally annoying, thoroughly unprofessional and a load of complete pants. Whatever the whale’s reason for bringing her back again was, it would have been a hell of a lot less altruistic than that. I am also tempted to go with “tasted stupid”.
You know, it was kinda like old squares in the battle like you see in the calendar named “The Battle of Waterloo” and the idea was: shark comes to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin’ and hollerin’ and screamin’ and sometimes the shark go away… but sometimes he wouldn’t go away. Sometimes that shark he looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. And, you know, the thing about a shark… he’s got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll’s eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn’t seem to be living… until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then… ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin’. The ocean turns red, and despite all the poundin’ and the hollerin’, they all come in and they… rip you to pieces. You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don’t know how many sharks, maybe a thousand. I know how many men, they averaged six an hour. On Thursday morning, Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boatswain’s mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up, down in the water just like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he’d been bitten in half below the waist. Noon, the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us. He swung in low and he saw us… he was a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper. Anyway, he saw us and he come in low and three hours later a big fat PBY comes down and starts to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened… waitin’ for my turn. I’ll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went in the water; 316 men come out and the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb.
Almost another receipient of the Darwin Award.
Right on, Richard. Couldn’t have said it any better myself.
When are these moronic tree-hugging save the whalers going to grow some brains?
These are wild animals, not cuddly little creatures that love us and want all species to get along.
THEY WANT TO EAT US!
Idiot Quote of the Day: “Oh they’re very playful right now. They’re hanging around us.”
I look very happy and playful too…when I see a big juicy steak sitting on my plate.
It spit her out because she tasted so freaking STOOOPID!
That’s like the buttplugs who go to Yellowstone and when they see a bear along the road they get the kids out of the car and move them toward the bear so they can take a pic. Then they get all bent out of shape when the bear rips the kid’s face off. What’s up with that??
Amen DJ, when will these people realize?
Wild animals make poor toys for human beings.
Conversely, human beings make excellent toys for wild animals.
Think about that before you reach for one.
DJ a good friend of mine witnessed a mom putting honey on her baby’s face at Yellowstone to try and get a pix of a bear licking her baby someone with a brain got a park ranger and he told them to leave the park.
it wasn’t my friend that got the park ranger. my friend was on his honeymoon and so his brain was no fully engaged at the time.
Could’ve been worse, like a great white shark…
ALN – Hmmm. The mom smeared honey on the kid and Rangers threw her out of the park. But your friend had gone and got married, but they didn’t punish him too?? Rote-karte! :0
The narrator saying “the whale senses her panic” is melodramatic, totally annoying, thoroughly unprofessional and a load of complete pants. Whatever the whale’s reason for bringing her back again was, it would have been a hell of a lot less altruistic than that. I am also tempted to go with “tasted stupid”.
You know, it was kinda like old squares in the battle like you see in the calendar named “The Battle of Waterloo” and the idea was: shark comes to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin’ and hollerin’ and screamin’ and sometimes the shark go away… but sometimes he wouldn’t go away. Sometimes that shark he looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. And, you know, the thing about a shark… he’s got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll’s eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn’t seem to be living… until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then… ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin’. The ocean turns red, and despite all the poundin’ and the hollerin’, they all come in and they… rip you to pieces. You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don’t know how many sharks, maybe a thousand. I know how many men, they averaged six an hour. On Thursday morning, Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boatswain’s mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up, down in the water just like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he’d been bitten in half below the waist. Noon, the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us. He swung in low and he saw us… he was a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper. Anyway, he saw us and he come in low and three hours later a big fat PBY comes down and starts to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened… waitin’ for my turn. I’ll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went in the water; 316 men come out and the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb.