steve irwin r.i.p.

it was with great regret that i received the news about the great steve irwin buying the farm from a sting ray tail. all i could say , crikey, and roll my rock to the berlin zoo , to watch lesser talents tippy toe around tasmanian tree frogs, nile crocs, diamondback rattlesnakes, laughing hyaenas, baby eating dingos, burmese pythons, the dreaded australian brownsnake(though i think that the plumber unearthed a german whitesnake while caulking away over her in the 10178), and none of these lesser central european reptophiliacs could utter the word SCHEISSE with as much aplomb as you could with a simple, CRIKEY!
so steve, the drive from byron to bris vegas will never be the same, when we are pulled over at the HUMBLE PIE COMPANY for a steak and mash pie with mushy peas, the remnants of a bunderberg rum and coke washing it all down after a night of too much vb and kangaroo carpaccio, we will pour 1 out for our homey, steve irwin, national treasure. i guess someone else will have to catch the gator in san pedro, probably that cousteau eejit.