Hey, what's going on? It's Bill Bernice time for the Monday morning podcast for Monday, April 18th, 2016, what's going on, dude? How are you?

I don't know what I don't know I don't know where to start on this fucking one.

How do you begin this one is still be sensitive. Sensitive is so many sensitive stories out there when there's when there's feelings that are involved.

It takes a certain level of tact when you try to approach this object.

This fucking lady down at the zoo in Palm Beach, Florida, rest her soul got attacked and killed, gotten malt by a fucking tiger.

Sometimes referred to as the tiger whisperer. Yada yada yada yada yada yada yada and all that fucking shit.

I don't know what it is about people who fall in love with wild animals. There's nothing you can do to cure it.

It's fucking, it doesn't give a fuck about you. It's not a dog.

You know, falling in love with a wild animal, it's like falling in love with a stripper.

It's just not going to end well. It's not going to end well.

Fucking unbelievable. Now there's another story. This fucking scout leader takes a bunch of boy scouts, takes a bunch of children into the fucking woods.

He goes into what cave and there's a fucking bear in there.

So the whole story is always an amazing that the boy scouts kept their fucking cool. The guy knew the scout leader knew that he pulled his shirt up over his face and then curled up into the fetal position, which I guess is the international bear signal like, hey man, I don't want any part of this man.

And then the bear lost interest and walked away, but at no point during all of this does anybody say, hey, the fuck are you bringing a bunch of kids around with this bear signal?

Just walking around. It's bad enough if you take your kids to the fucking zoo.

The amount of times he's goddamn things get loose or at the very least some fatty is going to walk up to some polar bear cage.

Go over the fucking thing and stand there. You know, and then get fucking snatched by this thing. And what is she saying?

Get it, God, get it, what for you?

You fucking blow your brains out your dope, right? So I'm not saying the lady who died in Florida was a dope. I'm just saying that, I don't know, you insert yourself into the situation.

And there's no good way to insert yourself into a mulling to death by a tiger. You know what that means? There was also, they always just say malt.

You know, like it came up like some prison shit and just stuck you with the shank. It didn't it fucking crushed your neck. And then it started feeding on your innards. That's fucking brutal.

Hang on a second. Nia?

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