You talk a good game but lets see you approach the worlds most viscous beast.
One of the posters from RJ's mean girl table?
I'm no crocodile Dundee, but I have been in the wild with my canoe scraping the bank when maybe 3 feet away I'd awoken a 16plus foot gator from his afternoon nappy time.
Yet here you have uncovered the extent of my daring.
Some friends' little vicious dog just died. Sixteen years old about. I wanted to do an amusing eulogy but they of course were heartbroken so that's the time to walk on eggshells.
But I had written the whole script out in my head, how their puppy dog had such a wonderful sense of humor. By its size, everyone thought it was so cute and tried to pet it because she'd come over to be petted, you know, had that look, only everyone who tried to pet it got bit. Blood bit. That dog didn't fuck around. Sneaky fucking dog.
I don't know one person who didn't wind up being afraid of the little thing. It was really funny. She almost got me one time when I'd lulled it into being petted but I turned my hand real quick, ready for it, so it missed. Ha. That thing was such a character. Apparently she's got a few clones online.