"The good news is we found your kids..."

It's a good thing the guy on the left doesn't realize he's giving it a handjob. Otherwise he'd stop, and then they'd all be dead.

It's 5 p.m. Do you know where your child is?

They thought they were in trouble when they hit that huge snake. Fortunately, they came across a ladder just up the road.

NO MOTHERFUCKIN' SNAKES IN MY MOTHERFUCKIN' LANE!

Ah the old Guatemalan "leave a massive fake snake and drive off with the trucks while your friends take a picture" prank. Classic every time.

And here's a photo of our 12-man group with a huge..uh..er..hmmm. And here's a photo with our 11-man group with.....

"And this is only when it's FLACCID"

Hey, does anyone have a huge can of peanut brittle? I've got the best idea ever!

Fellas, get your gold chains and cheap cologne! Tonight we all go out with brand new boots!

it wasn't until years later that the men realized that their hunting buddy, dirk, wasn't a naked, castrated quadruple amputee bald mute. he was actually a big motherfuckin' snake.

Umm...guys? It's got my hand. Guys? Hello, is anyone listening to me? GUYS?!?

Once you get to be an expert at holding your snake, you are awarded a sexy beige shirt.

It's kind of embarassing when you think about it... 11 guys and hundreds of yards of rope, but it only takes an underwear-clad Signourney Weaver to kill an acid-spewing space monster all by herself.

Steve Irwin's final resting place.