You're a turtle scientist. It's not the most glamorous job —
after all, they shit and spit and fart and pee all over the place, snap at
anything that gets in front of their shell, walk slow and run slower, and have
little if any personality — but it's something you've wanted to do since you
were a little boy.
You just received incredible news from your colleague, Walter, stationed on the Galapagos. Genetic
traces of a supposedly extinct giant tortoise species have been found living
on the Galapagos island of Isabela.
You say, "Do you know what this means, Walter? This mean the giant tortoises of Galapagos does exist, despite what whalers and pirates have done to them! What do they look like, Walter? Send me a text with a picture. Quickly, Walter. Quickly!"
Seconds later your phone beeps. It's the text. You look at the picture to see a bowl of soup.
"Walter, what's with the bowl of soup?" you ask.
Walter texts back: "It's the tortoise soup we made of the giant turtle we found," he said.
"You cooked the giant tortoise, Walter? What, are you a fucking fool!?!"
"No. I was hungry," he responds.
2 comments:
Them fuckin turtles are sneaky too. I've lost several that I put out to graze...
p.s. They love goldfish.
o/t
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and dont say I never did anything for ya...
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