This is fairly long but very amusing and he uses the word crikey...
Crikey
Croc Hunter Joins Jacko in Parental Hall of Shame
I guess everyone knows by now that "Croc Hunter" Steve Irwin is in hot water for feeding a crocodile by hand with his month-old son under his arm.
Here's what I want to know. Why is anyone surprised? How can you watch this guy's show and not immediately realize he's a prize-winning dumbass?
Look, think about what he does for a living. He sneaks up on animals minding their own business and torments them until they try, understandably, to kill him. He's like a mime or a Jehovah's Witness. He has boundary issues. Is this a person we're supposed to admire? Do you admire mimes when they prance up to you on the sidewalk and try to hand you wilted carnations? No. You kick them hard in the groin and go about your business while they vomit silently in the gutter. I look forward to the day when a crocodile takes a similar approach to Irwin.
Sure, I now he mumbles about conservation and environmentalism, but let's face it. He's doing Jackass with crocodiles. If he thought they were going to cancel his show, he'd strip naked and do his act covered in gravy. And what's the story with his voice? He's like that steroid-soaked fitness dwarf that does infomercials for "the Gazelle elliptical trainer." He is incapable of speaking in normal conversational tones. I have some news he needs to hear: if I think your show is stupid and boring when you speak in a normal voice, I'm not going to like it any more when you yap like a Pomeranian with its gonads caught in a waffle iron.
Did you hear the crap he spewed when people complained? "This kid has to grow up to be croc savvy."
No, Steve. Actually, he DOESN'T. You would be shocked if you knew how many kids grow up to be healthy and well-adjusted without being waved in front of the snouts of giant hungry lizards. I guess I should be embarrassed to admit it, but my dear old mom never dangled me in front of a crocodile or smeared me with jelly and offered me to a bear or even staked me out over an anthill. And I've managed to forgive her and not grow up to be a serial killer or anything.
One definition of "croc savvy" is "smart enough to avoid crocodiles." That's the one I use.
Think of how this could have gone.
Irwin: [waving son Bob at croc] Have a look, Bob! He's a feisty bugger, eh?
[croc eats Bob]
Irwin: CRIKEY!
Mrs. Irwin: CRIKEY!
Audience: CRIKEY!
Irwin: The croc's gone and eaten Bob!
God: G'day, Bob! You're bloody early!
Angels: CRIKEY!
People are comparing the croc feeding to the famous Michael Jackson balcony stunt. In fairness to Lizard Boy, they're missing a crucial distinction: Irwin's son is still a virgin.
The stunt got a lot of attention, which will probably benefit Irwin. Maybe the Democrat Presidential candidates should take the hint. Who wouldn't love to see John Kerry feed raw chickens to Helen Thomas with Joe Lieberman under his arm?
Crikey. Don't forget the mustard.