Tonight I will be assembling all the stuff that I will be bringing to Florida for the Usual Suspectsâ€™ invasion of the Sunshine State. Of course, this annual troop movement is no secret, so I was not terribly surprised to receive this video tidbit from Dave in Montana concerning a poor bastard who damned near got his farookinâ€™ arm bitten off by an alligator while working on a goddamned golf course (in Florida, of course).
Knowing that such stories serve to propel my intestinal contents along at warp speed, Dave assured me that I could protect myself against such things by bringing along one of these.
Thanks, Dave. Feh!