yay the walrus strikes again
with his amazingly inane pseudo-fanboy mind-raping of whatever he prays will make him popular.
seriously, why the hell is this on the front page?
It's barely amusing, it's more of the same empty-headed emo ravings, and the shit about Irwin was really a little fucking insensitive.
I'm not jumping on the Croc Hunter OMG NOW THAT HE'S DEAD WE MUST LOVE HIM bandwagon.
I've always had respect for the fact that he places himself into dangerous situation after dangerous situation without seeming to notice that HAY THAT'S A BIG FUCKING CROCODILE YOU'RE CRAPPING YOUR ARM INTO.
I love how you wait for the man to die before you feel you can mock him.
Funny thing, that, how many people will remember your name enough to bother mocking you when you die, Walrus?
It's been two years since you made anything of any note.
Move.
On.