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Adventures of Toitle by -Z- by -Z-

Toitle was geeking all night!

My friend, Brochardt, and I got these little animals in a 25 cent machine some months back.  Mine’s a Turtle, hers is a Lobster.  Needless to say, Toitle the Turtle gets into lots of trouble.  He’s the Lindsay Lohan trainwreck of tiny plastic animals.  I can’t keep him out of trouble.  Mistaking sugar for coke lines, trying to steal cigs from people, little green crotch shots for the paparazzi, trying to swim in my coffee in the morning at work….  Lobster is much more conservative than Toitle, I can tell you that much.



Reincarnation Dream: The Naked Mole Rat (Fingers Crossed) by -Z- by -Z-

Poor lil' guy. Looks like a scrote.

I don’t believe in reincarnation, but if I did, I would hope to come back as the Naked Mole Rat.  Popular Science tells me that the Naked Mole Rat is immune to cancer.  Why? (Devrah, you’re gonna like this)

Turns out, humans only have one gene that protects us against cancer, p27, whereas that pimp, the Naked Mole Rat, has two.  Their second gene, p16, is expressed in a way that instructs cells to stop dividing.

Other things Popular Science told me about the Naked Mole Rat that makes me want to be one in the next life:

  • Naked Mole Rats have mad longevity. They swagger around way longer than other stupid rodents.
  • Their lips are behind their front teeth. They’re smiling all the time. Makes sense, they don’t get cancer. I’d be happy, too.
  • They breathe mostly through their skin. 
  • Acid doesn’t burn them. 

What better animals is there to be?

Now the only question is, what do I have to do in this life to get the Naked Mole Rat hookup the next time around?

 



Treats ala Interwebz by -Z- by -Z-
September 1, 2009, 12:07 pm
Filed under: Ballers & Shot Callers, cool beans, fury, Interwebz, Nature | Tags: , ,

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Ribbit…Ribbit…Ribbit… by -Z- by -Z-
Too much cheeseburger.

Too much cheeseburger.

This picture is for my Mom. She likes frogs.

When she gets mad at my Pops, he ribbits at her.