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07-15-09_05 John Dildo Alcott, R.I.P.

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Here’s something you may not know:  The Alcott frog lives for only a few hours but because they have a considerably speeded-up metabolism, they are thought to perceive life at the same pace as a regular frog.  They do not know they are just hours from death.  This increase in metabolism comes at a price, though.  The poor little Alcott frog must eat constantly – and I mean constantly – or they will die.
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You frog, that I discover'd today!
Where is my map? My map!
What is the smell on my urine'd fingers?
Why did the sherpas leave without saying goodbye?
Who hath gassed, pants-filled scent?
How many gin-bottles make a gallon?
I have talk'd too long.
The yawn is runny and flies are attract'd!
And now you are dead!
I name you after me: John Dildo Alcott!!!

(poem attributed to John Dildo Alcott shortly before his jungle guides returned to eat him)

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