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Which end of the snake goes in my mouth?
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I’m talking to you college seniors now, who are about to graduate and are looking around for that all-important first job. Two words for you: snake handling.
I know, you’re saying, “Bob, that sounds really hard, and I’d probably have to work weekends!” But believe me, people look at you differently when you wear that blue shirt and your business card has the word rattlesnake on it.
Just ask the guy in this picture. Well, maybe don’t ask him, because he has a bunch of snakes dangling from his mouth. But talk to your career counsellor today and ask for information about this lucrative and respected profession.
Snake handlers Terry Tippit and Britt Stevens watch as Jack Bibby dangles rattlesnakes from his mouth at the Taylor Rattlesnake Sacking Championships in Taylor, Texas March 31, 2007. REUTERS/Jessica Rinaldi
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If I were treated that way, I’d join the picket lines and strike.
This guy may have had just one or two too many Miller Genuine Drafts.
[thought bubble]Would you STOP poking them with a STICK you IDIOT!
Hmm. Tastes like chicken.
Jack falls for the old ‘blow my party favor’ gag every year.
Enjoy your hijinks. Oh, and how ’bout an apple?
Medusa, you’re not.
My people! Yee doggies!
How many of those people get bit?
after trying to take a mouthfull, billy bob realised he wasn’t eating bubbletape.