After drinking enough booze to float an aircraft carrier, we walked staggered past a snake charmer doing his thing with a king cobra, about three feet of it's body standing up out of it's basket.
Without a word, Jack nonchalantly slapped the snake down, picked it up and bit it in the top of the head, killing it instantly.
That cost my buddy a lot of booze money to get out of that one!
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Thai's used to play a game with the big king cobras....they'd find one in the tall grass at the edge of the runway and encircle it. While others distracted it one would step up an slap it on the back of the noggin........after a half hour of this game the King Cobra would just stroke out from stress and die.