Vinyl ponys are so much more noble and majestic to become, don't know why anyone would bother with something so mundane like fur suits and leather dogs.
If only Gilbert Grosvenor were alive to see this new frontier. He'd quit all that unnecessary mountain climbing and probably buy a few new Indiana Jones whips.
National Geographic Magazine is one of my favorite things in the whole world. I've read every issue for the last 15 years (and selected issues from even earlier) from cover to cover. I cannot even begin to comprehend the gulf between the magazine and the tv network, and I get the feeling that the people who work on the magazine can't either. It's truly baffling.
I grew up adoring the magazine and equally reading it from cover to cover. They are one of the most praised organizations in the entire world for their devotion to knowledge.
And then this happened. Next up, what cartoon characters do the scientists at CERN want to fuck non stop? You'll find out, after these commercials.