#alligator

Maybe humans are just the pet alligators that God flushed down the toilet. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#down #flushed #god #humans #just

Don't taunt the alligator until after you've crossed the creek. ↗

— Dan Rather

#after #alligator #creek #crossed #until

My father being an outdoors person, he used to take us on quite a few adventures thorugh the wild areas down there, introducing us to alligators and rattlesnakes and all the trees and plants. ↗

— Jim Fowler

#alligators #areas #being #down #father

Boys, the longer you wait to get my requested prehistoric attack dogs, the more chance we have of people we care about getting hurt, more hurt, or killed. Oh, and don't hurt the alligators--they're a protected species. ↗

— Gini Koch

#humor #humor

When we were shooting in Shreveport, me and a couple of friends went down to Lafayette, because they had a big Zydeco music festival down there. We spent two days dancing to Zydeco music, eating fried alligator... It was one of the craziest festivals I've ever been to in my life, but I loved it. ↗

— Alexander Skarsgard

#because #been #big #couple #craziest

i haf the sownd of more words butt i coud not remember the shaps of the letters. ↗

— Karen Russell

#karen-russell #home

This is my logo for Steve ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#art #clever-logo #clover-logos #design #gator-logo

Where was I when the rockets came to life, and carried you away into the alligator sky.? ↗

— Owl City

#owl-city #life

Louisiana in September was like an obscene phone call from nature. The air--moist, sultry, secretive, and far from fresh--felt as if it were being exhaled into one's face. Sometimes it even sounded like heavy breathing. Honeysuckle, swamp flowers, magnolia, and the mystery smell of the river scented the atmosphere, amplifying the intrusion of organic sleaze. It was aphrodisiac and repressive, soft and violent at the same time. In New Orleans, in the French Quarter, miles from the barking lungs of alligators, the air maintained this quality of breath, although here it acquired a tinge of metallic halitosis, due to fumes expelled by tourist buses, trucks delivering Dixie beer, and, on Decatur Street, a mass-transit motor coach named Desire. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#decatur #dixie-beer #french-quarter #honeysuckle #louisiana

I look in music magazines now and see things on Luther Allison, and my name's getting out there more, thanks to all the good people at Alligator Records and at my management company. ↗

— Luther Allison

#allison #company #getting #good #good people