I also heard there was a larger crocodile out there.
What a croc.
IBT Crocodile tears.
Off to croc heaven, where an eternity of plump, slow moving weiner dogs stand perilously close to the water’s edge.
What are they crying about? The croc is in the Guiness records and they now have a supply of material for wallets and shoes.
It could have lived another 50 years if they just kept feeding it liberals.
Why don’t they take their big croc and stuff it?
Surely they can get access to a taxidermist.
They taste like chicken, but they say the same thing about us.
I visited one of the world’s largest Pythons over on Bohol.
It is quite a site.
The kids of the family actually curl up with it.
I get the feeling there was no intelligent care for it.
“The 1-ton crocodile was declared dead Sunday a few hours after flipping over with a bloated stomach in a pond”
I’m guessing it was dead for a day or two before it flipped over.
When I was a kid I lived in the Philippines, and my brother was friends with a kid whose parents owned a notorious bar off base named “Paulines”. It was the standard Olongapo bar, cheesy, dirty, lots of prostitutes and likely watered down booze. (I heard Olongapo referred to as both “Sh*t City and Sin City, but it sure smelled a lot more like the former than the latter.)
We used to get calls from young, female filipina voices asking “Is Mikeeee home?” My mother was infuriated, but my brother, a year older than me said he never touched them...:)
But the star attraction was the crocodile pit where you could purchase baby chicks from a vendor and feed them to creatures living within.
I never went there, so I don’t know what it looked like, but I suspect the bar shown in the movie “The Flight of The Intruder” (where a guy got thrown into the Crock pit) was a Hollywoodized creation of that bar, because that bar in the movie looked more pleasant than any stories I ever heard of the real one.