The radio is playing a newscast:
"...life spreads in different ways. For example, seeds are spread by birds. But that's not what happened to the hippos in South America."
Me: "What? For pity's sake, in what world are hippos spread by birds? And what can I do to make sure I never, ever go there?"
Yes, I get it; the story of Pablo Escobar's pet hippopotamice has been told and retold so many times, and grown so much from the simple tale of a druglord's private zoo gone out of control, but still-- Let us please, please leave the mighty Roc safely in mythology, where I don't have to arrange to carry a machine gun every time I leave the house.
Also, "Dope Hippos" is one of the best names for a trip-hop or acid jazz band ever.
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