The wilderness is tough for a real party animal. One time our friend the zebra walked into a bar and asked, “Can I get a red stripe?” The bartender looked up and said, “We don’t serve Jamaicans here.” We broke that snarky bastard’s ribs, smashed every bottle on the top shelf, and got a llama to spit in his face. So far we’ve learned never to pay an elephant’s bar tab, that New Guinea singing dogs suck at karaoke, and no matter how sexy the legs on that gazelle, her morning breath will damn near kill you. But we look forward to our great annual migration south to the greatest watering... More >>>