The Crocodile Hunter Diaries is on, because everyone is very sad that the Crocodile Hunter has died. Some people are so sad, and stupid, that they are killing sting rays for revenge. Some people just don’t understand how reality works.

The Crocodile Hunter and his pals are playing a bunch of jokes on each other. One of them involved frying up meal worms in spring rolls. The staff who ate the rolls went for seconds before they realized what was going on. That was pretty good.

The show is displaying a more real side of Steve Irwin. He wasn’t just a crazy man who jumped on top of animals. He was real guy with a family and friends. I don’t like thinking about things, because then I might have a feeling of some sort.

Steve is letting Miss World feed a giant crocodile while she is in the pen with it.

The other 31 Miss World contestants are visiting with animals now. Dingoes! Dingoes eat babies. Babies stolen by gypsies.

I saw a documentary about gypsies once. It was very boring.

Now Steve is judging a bikini contest. Now that I think about it, this episode could have turned into a porno at any turn. Just get rid of that TV G in the corner.

Sometimes, the staff does live shows on camera. They need makeup for that. Now the guys aren’t acquainted with makeup, so they don’t know when they are being made up like drag queens. Again, just turn on the music with the groovy bass, and you have yourself a Cinemax late night movie.

Ahhh, Steve Irwin. You were a good guy. You brought joy and happiness to people around the world, which is a difficult thing to do. Good on you, Crocodile Hunter.