There it is, a scaley centerfold laying there in the sun. Just look at that broad snout and those spiney osteroderms – what a tease.
Ahh..the life of a gator fetishist is a solitary one but you wouldn’t trade it for anything – not even a new limb! How many times did you find yourself trying to explain away the smell of swamp water to your wife? The solo vacations to the Everglades? The assless Steve Irwin costumes? She didn’t understand.