Is anyone really surprised that a wildlife filmmaker would be involved in the smuggling of exotic animals? Where there's smoke, there's fire, my friends. And as far as I'm concerned, being a wildlife filmmaker is definitely smoke.

It's smoke in the same way that Pete Townsend's crusade against child pornography is smoke. It's smoke like Ryan Adams dating of Winona Ryder, then following it up with Parker Posey is smoke.

What I mean is that one's a pedophile and the other's days of writing good songs are over. You pick.

You say you went to grad. school with a chick who's writing her dissertation on the epistemological implications of golden showers? She likes 'em. You know a guy that wrote a piece for Salon about those creepy fuckers that dress up in animal costumes and have orgies? Start calling him Beav. You heard about a guy traveling Europe chronicling the exploits of an eastern bloc puppet troupe in sonnet? He's guilty of something. It's just a matter of figuring out what.

Good thing I'm around.

Analogcabin @ 2:17 PM
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