Merry Christmas Eve, folks. I thought we'd talk about cocaine hippos.

Because nothing says Christmas Eve like cocaine hippos.

Well, look, to you and me, that seems like a strange, you know, a way out position to have.

But if you lived in Colombia, where I'm sure they do celebrate Christmas, you'd be like, yeah, no, the hippos are a real problem.

I actually put a cocaine hippo at the top of my Christmas list this year.

So if I'm lucky, I'll find one in my stocking.

So this is the hippopotamus, right?

I don't know what the scientific designation for it is.

I'm sure it's on here somewhere, but it doesn't matter.

It's hippopotamus amphibious, I think it is. I'm sure it's on here somewhere, but it doesn't matter. It's hippopotamus,

amphibious, I think it was. You know what, that's also rather ironic, considering they can't swim.

They're not really amphibious. They're just stand in water. I thought they sort of milled about and they like to wallow in the water. Oh yeah, they do. They spend all day in water. But I'm not sure I'd call them amphibious.

Because it kind of implies that they can like, you know, swim and live in the water.

Something that blew my mind is. I was watching a nature documentary. And apparently when they get

attacked in the water, they release their bowels and then use their tail like a propeller to

spread it as far as possible.

And I'm just like, that is a very horrible adaptation.

That is apparently true.

But they're one of the only two hippopotamai left in the world.

The other one is the pygmy hippo.

And that's probably for the best because hippopotamuses are dangerous and psychotic.

And they look quite cute and cuddly, but look at all the scars on this.

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