So, in all seriousness, I'd like to take this moment to honor a man I've respected my whole life. Steve Irwin, better known as The Crocodile Hunter has died. While filming a documentary he was stabbed in the chest with a stingray barb that ultimately killed him. Steve Irwin was one crazy bastard, but he had balls of fucking steel. This guy wrestled crocs, wrangled snakes, fucked with, pissed off and totally dominated some of the most dangerous animals on the planet. I've grown up my whole life watching the guy, imitated his antics countless times and even (at one point in my childhood) wanted to be him when I grew up.

Rest in piece, Steve. You're a legend and you will be missed. The lord will take care of both you and your family, and you'll be in my prayers. I only regret I've never had the chance to meet you in person.