There’s a 9-foot brain-damaged dinosaur named Big Mac stumbling around the woods at midnight like Harry Sisson after half a White Claw — near frozen after getting hit by a car & losing his damn reptilian compass.
Naturally, he calls a redneck Uber.
This cornfed swamp whisperer rolls up in flip-flops, gives the gator a pep talk, grabs him by the front paws like they’re about to slow dance, and drags his heavy ass all the way back to the warm water. Full-service murder log roadside assistance.
Dude is out here whispering sweet nothings to a prehistoric killing machine that is actively calculating how many DUI-flavored calories are in a human thigh.
The tragic part? Dude thinks they’re best friends now. Once Big Mac thaws out and gets his appetite back… no tip. You just become the appreciation snack.
Only in Florida. 🐊