Make fun of Tarzan if you like gentlemen but realize that he could only swim in circles after taking a Jungle Moon arrow in the shoulder. To me the man is a hero.
Wow JK, where have you been that you missed this? Too much focus on pink-green and the smokehouse methinks. *What is your dress size?....I'll have the missus make you a Jungle Moon Man smock.
Well...I am shattered and resign myself to join the ranks of the midget jungle moon men, hopefully, after they are through with being tied up by the monkeys. Note to self: Cancel my totally inadequate Netflix account and find a premium channel with more up-to-date programming. Perhaps FX has more MJMM content?
I'm not sure about FX content JK, but MJMM exposure has many useful life lessons for the viewer to take away. For example in this scene the lesson is to never accept a midget's invitation for a piggy back ride...it may be a trap. Common sense really but some folks have no idea.
Last week some channel ran a Tarzan marathon. One strange one had him in New York.
..."me bring Jane keyring from Tiffany"......kinda funny how he never carried skins of grapejuice as he traveled...
Never mind grapefruit skins JayBee; think what a shame it was he didn't have coconut shells to get around by horseback, like the Python players.
"skins of grapejuice "ya hairpin !!!!...........you should check and see if your keyboard is set to : auto answer
Well...if you're skint of grapejuice then yer all out and the whole issue becomes redundant IMO....it's a no-brainer. Anyways...what about the coconut shells?
@jack-dodds.......... they scare away small critters....and the dearth of jungle coconut palms since the Dutch coconut blight of`32 has rendered that practice mostly arcane
Johnny Tarzan circumnavigates via conveniently located grapevines......when crossing extended dessert terrains,it would behoove him to carry a few skins of grapejuice...........lion skin,alligator skin,no matter, as long as the lid fits tight
@john-barry Gosh....is there anyone who doesn't remember the Dutch Coconut Blight of '32? It's all my grandparents talked about; although my grandpa, being a conspiracy theorist, suspected it was just a shell game orchestrated by the North American Horse Breeders Association.
"Listen here Mr. Ed.......mess up my '36 Roadster and consider yourself gelded. As you can see I have the staff and equipment here to do it. Keep it between the poles and out of the pasture! Enjoy your drive."
