A buxom young blonde was on vacation in the depths of Louisiana. After spying a pair on a lady in a small town, she wanted her own genuine alligator shoes in the worst way, but was reluctant to pay the high prices local vendors were asking. After becoming frustrated with one of the shopkeeper’s no-haggle attitude, the blonde shouted, “Maybe I’ll just go out and catch my own alligator so I can get a pair of shoes at a reasonable price!”

The shopkeeper replied, “By all means, be my guest. Maybe you’ll luck out and catch yourself a big one!”

Now more determined than ever, the blonde turned and headed for the swamps, dead set on catching herself an alligator.

Later that day, the shopkeeper was driving home, when he spotted the same woman standing waist deep in the water, twelve-gauge pump shotgun in hand. Just then, he saw a huge nine-foot alligator swimming quickly toward her. She casually took aim, blasted the creature, and — with a great deal of effort — hauled it onto the swamp bank. Lying nearby were several more dead gators.

The shopkeeper watched in amazement. Just then the blonde flipped the alligator onto its back. Glancing at the underside of the still-smoking gator, she shouts, “Blast it! this one isn’t wearing shoes either!”