Recently, the wife and I enjoyed a funtastic day of animal watchery at our local zoological center. Luckily, only minor mauling occurred. So, without any further ado...except the following ado that merely prefaces the more interesting ado...here is our zoo day in pictures.
Legal Note: For the safety and continued anonymity of any creatures pictured here, all names have been changed or childishly modified.
At the entrance to the zoo, we discover a wild Cockawhizzle. This useless aviatrix wanders the zoo aimlessly. In search of a purpose to his meaningless, decorative life. And babies. Babies on which to feast.
Following an incident involving an errant park map and a lizard penitentiary, we uncover this charming ritual. The biannual mating dance of the Shellasaurus. It consists of the male grunting angrily and slobbering on the wrinkly forehead of the female. Beautiful, in its own way.
Ah, yes. The king of the canopy. The sultan of the skies. The baron of the beaked. The Vagina-Beaked Madagascan Sparrow. Truly a wonder to behold, this bird displays a vaginal flap at the base of its magnificent beak. Scientists theorize that this flap is kind of disgusting.
Scientists theorize that I don't give a shit about all these bird pictures. For once, science is correct.
Me: "Oh look! A Gorilla!"
Gorilla: "Oh, look! A booger!"
Which of us ended up eating the object of our attention? Let's just say that lunch was a tad Gorilla-y.
Which of us ended up eating the object of our attention? Let's just say that lunch was a tad Gorilla-y.
To be continued...
P.S. Quote of the day that seemed funny at the moment, but turned out to be horribly inappropriate upon further contemplation:
Courtney: "Did you know people with Down Syndrome only have one line in their palms?"
Me: "Then how do they get their palms read?"
hahahahhahahhahah
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