BUT WAS IT ADVISED OF ITS RIGHTS?
Australian police put a crocodile in jail.
(Thanks to Howard from Broward)
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Australian police put a crocodile in jail.
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Did they read him his rights.
Posted by: igloo | November 03, 2007 at 08:50 AM
Did they read him his rights?
Posted by: igloo | November 03, 2007 at 08:50 AM
"...hosed regularly with water."
Waterboarding? How awful.
Posted by: igloo | November 03, 2007 at 08:52 AM
I know how the poor thing feels.... In my younger days I was also arrested for menacing local fishermen.
*sigh*
Good times...
And on another note - I hope they feed him squirrels.
Posted by: Punkin Poo | November 03, 2007 at 08:59 AM
Croc-locking
Those Friday nights
When Siouxie honed her cutlass bright
I never knew me a closer fight
So I'll stay here in this cell....
Posted by: CJrun | November 03, 2007 at 09:26 AM
LOL CJ! that's my song! I'm such a crock tease! ;-P
Posted by: Siouxie | November 03, 2007 at 09:32 AM
Croc in the lock-up, two bits!
Posted by: daisymae | November 03, 2007 at 09:32 AM
um..croc tease that is
Posted by: Siouxie | November 03, 2007 at 09:32 AM
I know if someone threw me in a jail cell and repeatedly threw water on me, if they covered my eyes I would so definitely be less agitated.
Posted by: Wench Lizzy | November 03, 2007 at 09:53 AM
"Nhulunbuy Police Depart. How may we help you?"
"Tell the Chief we got the fisherman. When he brings our brother back, we will return them. However, if our brother comes back as shoes and a matching belt, the fishermen become fishsticks! And that's not a load of croc!!"
Posted by: igloo | November 03, 2007 at 10:17 AM
Shoes of the Fisherman
Posted by: SW | November 03, 2007 at 10:19 AM
*snork* at igloo
Excellent.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | November 03, 2007 at 10:20 AM
They should put American alligators in prison here, then put them out in the exercise yard with the Nazis and gang-bangers. Those boys would find some common ground in a hurry. High ground preferably.
Posted by: padraig | November 03, 2007 at 10:29 AM
SAD OT ALERT
so sorry to threadjack, especially with a downer, but I wanted you all to know that my rescue kitty, Punkin had to be euthanized. Active feline leukemia. I'm absolutely sick and heartbroken. I just could not guarantee that in the span of the remainder of his short life, he would never come in contact with the cats of my dear friends that live in the neighborhood. I am visisted by various neighborhood cats at least 3 times a week. I would never risk infecting another family's well loved and cared for pets.
Again, sorry to be a downer, but several of you have asked about Punkin and I wanted y'all to know.
BACK TO YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED BLOG.
Posted by: casey | November 03, 2007 at 10:37 AM
*zips in*™
I'm sorry casey, but it sounds like it was for the best and that was your reason for doing it, so it's OK to feel sad, but you shouldn't feel bad for having done it.
******************************
igloo took my waterboarding line - hmmmph!
We Left Coasters are always behind.
Posted by: Eleanor | November 03, 2007 at 10:40 AM
Eleanor,
Grate mines think alike...Some are luky enof to liv in the estern time sone. Blog time weights for no1.
Posted by: igloo | November 03, 2007 at 10:46 AM
I hope it wasn't brackish water. Doesn't he have the right to remain saline?
Posted by: SW | November 03, 2007 at 10:49 AM
pssst to everyone - igloo's learning to text!
Posted by: Eleanor | November 03, 2007 at 10:49 AM
[[[Casey]]], my condolences on the loss of Punkin.
Posted by: ubetcha | November 03, 2007 at 10:51 AM
So sorry, Casey.
And SW, SNORKS at your little zingers there.
Posted by: Cat R. | November 03, 2007 at 10:53 AM
Casey...it's never easy even when necessary. Sympathies.
Posted by: daisymae | November 03, 2007 at 10:55 AM
awww shiet, case! I am so sorry. The kitty was lucky to have you, even for a short time.
((((((((((casey))))))))))))
*will give you real hugs next weekend*
Posted by: Siouxie | November 03, 2007 at 11:03 AM
*hopes OUR Punkin doesn't think SHE had to be
euthi euthane euithput to sleep!(sorry casey)
Posted by: Siouxie | November 03, 2007 at 11:09 AM
*Igloo walks up to the Bloggophone™®°². Taps it several times.*
"texting. texting. won, too...they're is no three"
Posted by: igloo | November 03, 2007 at 11:10 AM
Siouxie, I'm so excited about next weekend! I so can't wait to see you! Dave, Ridley and the RBRs will just be a bonus. What should I bring you from the mountains?
Should you warn judi that it may be wise to go ahead and make plans to set up a perimiter before I get there?
Posted by: casey | November 03, 2007 at 11:19 AM
Hmm...good idea. That way we get to DRINK!
I can't wait either! No need to bring a THING...just you. (actually, your favorite wine would do).
Posted by: Siouxie | November 03, 2007 at 11:26 AM
Were they dancin' to the jailhouse croc?
Posted by: SW | November 03, 2007 at 11:28 AM
LOL Stevie, I've missed your show ;-)
Posted by: Siouxie | November 03, 2007 at 11:33 AM
casey, I'm truly sorry. Perhaps the only consolation is that we've all been there...
There is sorrow enough in the natural way,
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a
dogcat to tear.Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie-
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
to risk your heart for a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years which nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumor, or fits,
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find-it's your own affair-
But ... you've given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone-wherever it goes-for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.
We've sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Or loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we've kept'em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long-
So why in - Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
Rudyard Kipling
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | November 03, 2007 at 11:42 AM
Lol, sxi - my show? Cye.
Posted by: SW | November 03, 2007 at 11:54 AM
Damn Wyo....I'm glad you bloglits can't see this "grown man" right now........
Posted by: Jazzzz | November 03, 2007 at 12:01 PM
hands jazzz a tissue and hugs for casey too.
Posted by: Meditrina | November 03, 2007 at 12:14 PM
Nor this one. Great find, Wyo.
Posted by: igloo | November 03, 2007 at 12:23 PM
I think the croc was framed.
((((casey))))
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | November 03, 2007 at 12:30 PM
(((((casey)))))
This is the only place I know where you can bounce from croc-tease to Kipling in a few short minutes. You guys rock!
Posted by: AuntieM | November 03, 2007 at 12:49 PM
Auntie M-
Rudyard
Kipling
Robert
Browning
Rudyard Browning
Robert Kipling
It's
Not
That
Way
Its
O
Ver
Here
{{{Casey}}}
Posted by: Alfred Simon Fyodorovich | November 03, 2007 at 12:55 PM
Been there, (((casey))).
Posted by: Richard the Weasel-Hearted | November 03, 2007 at 12:58 PM
Am so sorry Casey.
Posted by: GungaDan | November 03, 2007 at 01:02 PM
Alfred, you are indeed a crazy bird.
Posted by: AuntieM | November 03, 2007 at 01:02 PM
So sorry to hear that Casey! :(
Posted by: Wench Lizzy | November 03, 2007 at 01:07 PM
Wyo, no fair making a girl cry on a Saturday morning.
((((casey)))
I adopted a kitten a few years ago, and she passed away on Super Bowl Sunday. My grumpy cat came and sat on my lap (which is something he hadn't done the whole time she lived with us) so I knew something was wrong. I searched the whole house and found her lying under my chair. Her little organs had not developed enough to support her growing body, and she passed on. I took comfort in the fact that I had given her a good home while she was alive.
/OT
Key Quote: They waited until nightfall, when the reptiles are apparently easier to spot, before capturing it. WTFBBQ???
Posted by: Kristie | November 03, 2007 at 01:19 PM
Awww, you guys are the bestestest! I feel much better than I did when I posted, thank you guys, I feel the love!
Off to crawl under the house with my boy to hook up cable in his room. Ug.
Poor, croc. Who will stand up for his rights? Al Sharptooth? Jesse Crocson?
Posted by: casey | November 03, 2007 at 01:24 PM
The ACLU (Alligator-Crocodile Liberties Union).
Posted by: SW | November 03, 2007 at 01:27 PM
How do fingerprint a croc?
In the morning, the male crocodile was taken to a nearby crocodile farm. Then they bought him ice cream and took him to the zoo.
case - you took the high road - good for you. If you didn't, other kitties would probably catch it and suffer. So sorry for your pain, but you did a great deed and saved many people more suffering.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 03, 2007 at 01:49 PM
(((((((Casey)))))) I have a cat, too and I dread the day when one of us needs to make the decision about her. Bless your heart for giving the kitty a safe send off across the Rainbow Bridge.
Posted by: kathybear | November 03, 2007 at 01:54 PM
Ugh, sorry - how do YOU fingerprint a croc? I guess you figured that out by now. You, you, you - it's all about ewe.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 03, 2007 at 01:56 PM
As an FCDA I am willing to represent the croc. The only problem I forsee is finding a jury of his peers.
Suggestions?
Posted by: Eleanor | November 03, 2007 at 01:57 PM
Crocker!!!
Posted by: Kojak | November 03, 2007 at 02:01 PM
Does he have an alligibi, el? If not, I'm afraid you're out of the water. What will your defense be?
Posted by: SW | November 03, 2007 at 02:06 PM
El- Car Salesmen? I can't find a good enough picture of a croc for a comic.
Posted by: Alfred Simon Fyodorovich | November 03, 2007 at 02:41 PM
El - it was on a boat ramp. Can you get by with a jury of his piers?
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 03, 2007 at 02:42 PM
Annie- Teh Croc owns Land?!!
Posted by: Alfred Simon Fyodorovich | November 03, 2007 at 02:49 PM
Here
Posted by: Alfred Simon Fyodorovich | November 03, 2007 at 02:49 PM
Crocs ARE terror-torial. Alfred, your alli-waiter needs a top hat.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 03, 2007 at 02:55 PM
(((casey))) We had to put our 12-year-old kitty to sleep just a few months ago. Ain't nothin' easy about it, but you did the right thing.
Wyo, thanks for making me have to redo my makeup. Our border collie has an inoperable tumor, and it's just a matter of time for him. Since I very often like my pets more than my children, this is a hard time for me.
However, I hear there's a crocodile looking for a good home...
Posted by: Just Ducky | November 03, 2007 at 02:57 PM
Crocodiles ROCK! ... (tho, apparently, when safely confined in an unusable cell ... merely sayin' ...)
{Hugs for casey ... been there, done that ... and tnx Wyo for the Kipling ...)
Posted by: O the U(manity) | November 03, 2007 at 02:59 PM
Casey - Sorry about your sadness. You took the humane course to end what would have been prolonged and progressively worse suffering.
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | November 03, 2007 at 03:05 PM
surprised now one has said, "crocodile tears" as yet. or maybe they did and I missed it.
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | November 03, 2007 at 03:13 PM
Here
I stopped talking about crocodile tears when I working in a TV station. An American missile hit some refugees and Milosovic made sure to make a press release about it.
The missile story still kind of haunts me, because I was never allowed to find out whether any of the story was true.
Posted by: Alfred Simon Fyodorovich | November 03, 2007 at 03:36 PM
Alfred, I sympathize with you. When I was working at a TV station in Waco back in '97 our microwave truck was the 1st to arrive at the scene of the Jarrell tornado. He had been tracking the twister cloud from town down I-35 and got there just as the 1st responders were arriving. He got set up and started feeding video and since I had monitors in my master control suite that could display what he was sending I decided to punch it up and take a look on my preview key. Not a good idea since the 1st thing I saw was a solitary arm that had been ripped from someone's body. Suffice it to say, that stuff never made it to air but it's a testament to the power of nature and an F5 twister. Still get nightmares over that.
Posted by: Doc Rick | November 03, 2007 at 03:51 PM
Doc Rick, one of the twisters spawned from the storm that devastated Jarrell hit a grocery store about 3 miles up the road from our house. It was scary. And crowded, in my downstairs half-bath, with boy- and girlducklings, 2 cats, one border collie, me, and a huge duffel bag of all the stuff the girlduckling deemed necessities.
Posted by: Just Ducky | November 03, 2007 at 04:09 PM
Yeesh, Doc Rick, how freaky! We read or hear about stuff like that all the time, but (for me at least) it just doesn't seem real. I can't really wrap my mind around seeing something like that. I've never seen a tornado, nor have I seen a severed arm, but to see both, at the same time, an F5, no less, has got to be a life altering experience.
JD, I'm thankful you had a downstairs anything in which to seek shelter!
Posted by: casey | November 03, 2007 at 04:22 PM
Dock- Thanks. Journalism is a game of trying to figure out a subject, and then showing what you think is appropriate. The big problem comes when it is on a subject that has no appropriate.
Anyway, we should laugh more.
So a Crocadile Crying.
Posted by: Alfred Simon Fyodorovich | November 03, 2007 at 04:22 PM
Thanks, casey. I was just glad nothing hit our house. Since it's been hit by lightning twice, we take nothing for granted! ;-)
casey, this is for you, to cheer you up:
The warden threw a croc into the county jail
The prisoners were there and they began to wail
Those cons were jumpin’ and the croc’s eye had a gleam
You should’ve heard those knocked out jailbirds scream
‘Bout crocs, everybody, ‘bout crocs
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin’ round that jailhouse croc.
Spider Murphy called his lawyer on the phone
Little Joe was runnin’, fell on his tailbone
The robber boy from Illinois tried to take a stand
Now they call him Lefty; that croc ate his hand
That croc, Lord a-mercy, that croc
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was fleein’ from that jailhouse croc.
Number Forty-seven said to Number Three
You’re the biggest jailbird I ever did see
I sure would be delighted with your company
Come on and stand between that croc and me
That croc, heaven help us, that croc
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was scramblin’ round that jailhouse croc.
The sad sack was a sittin’ on a block of stone
Way over in the corner weepin’ all alone
The warden said, hey, buddy, better have a care
That croc’ll make a meal of you if you stay there
That croc, Holy Moly, that croc
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was yellin’ ‘bout that jailhouse croc.
Shifty Henry said to Bugs, for heaven’s sake,
No one’s lookin’, now’s our chance to make a break.
Bugsy turned to Shifty and he said, nix nix,
I run, that croc will take a bite out of my six
That croc, Lord almighty, that croc
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was hidin’ from that jailhouse croc.
Posted by: Just Ducky | November 03, 2007 at 04:39 PM
*apologies to Elton*
But the biggest kick I ever got
was jailing a thing called a mean ole Croc
While the other cops were eating round the clock
I was water boarding and beating that mean ole croc
Posted by: igloo | November 03, 2007 at 04:40 PM
I really shouldn't give some of you *coughalfredmeaniecough* this productivity enhancer but I'm just too curious to see what you come up with.
Posted by: ScottMGS | November 03, 2007 at 04:42 PM
Dang Ducky. Thas jest plain ole good.
*Igloo deles his ntry*
But the biggest kick I ever gotwas jailing a thing called a mean ole Croc
While the other cops were eating round the clock
I was water boarding and beating that mean ole croc.
Posted by: igloo | November 03, 2007 at 04:45 PM
No, igloo, don't delete! I liked your lyrics!
Posted by: Just Ducky | November 03, 2007 at 04:51 PM
Ok, I hate it when this happens but I've forgotten the process for adding a hyperlink to a post. I have looked for it in the archives for the past 45 minutes and I've had it. This time I promise to copy it and save it somewhere.
Posted by: Doc Rick | November 03, 2007 at 04:59 PM
Doc, (a href="webaddress.here")link text here(/a) but replace ( and ) with < and >.
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | November 03, 2007 at 05:11 PM
Whoa!
Isn't everyone here having a fun day? NOT.
I'm sorry for everyone's traumas, whatever and whenever they might be or were, I really am.
But I wish we could get back to fun.
*hopeful look*
Doc Rick, e-mail me. I have a copy and paste thing. You'll never have to remember anything again. :)
Posted by: Eleanor | November 03, 2007 at 05:13 PM
It's ok, iggy. JD does that to all of us. She rocks in the treetop all day long...
Anyway, big hug for iggy.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 03, 2007 at 05:18 PM
Thanks, Annie, but that was a mean thing to do to poor igloo.
El, I brought Elvis in--that's fun, right? ;-)
Doc, there's a nifty little website here.
Posted by: Just Ducky | November 03, 2007 at 05:24 PM
*splutter* Annie!
Posted by: ScottMGS | November 03, 2007 at 05:27 PM
not Mine
Posted by: Alfred Simon Fyodorovich | November 03, 2007 at 05:34 PM
no matter how you serve it up, BM is not fun. just sayin, Annie.
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | November 03, 2007 at 05:38 PM
I did a search for milosovic I found her
Posted by: Alfred Simon Fyodorovich | November 03, 2007 at 05:40 PM
Most Bowel Movements have a certain joy. The releasing of crap I suppose.
Posted by: Alfred Simon Fyodorovich | November 03, 2007 at 05:41 PM
casey! So sorry to hear about your punkin! (But very glad to hear that it was not ME)
Baby Sadie Punkin Poo is doing well. Spent the last 6 hours with her. Also met with the doctor. She has had a very large brain bleed. (This occured shorty after birth) The clots have pretty much dissolved, but where they put pressure on the brain, that part of the brain is damaged. She will most likely have some dgree of cerebral palsy. But the good news is that she can hear and see.
So let's all celebrate, cuz at least we're alive!!
(Oh, sorry, casey)
Posted by: Punkin Poo | November 03, 2007 at 05:44 PM
One of the most amazing people I have met was a man with cerebral palsy. He would open the door for his wife, even though he could barely walk. This would mean an extra walk around the car to open her door.
After seeing this, I have held the door open for ladies .
Posted by: Alfred Simon Fyodorovich | November 03, 2007 at 05:47 PM
Making the smooth segue between all of the topics so far. *crosses fingers and hopes this works*
Posted by: Doc Rick | November 03, 2007 at 05:52 PM
Croc peers: Davey Crockett, Crocadile Dundee, et al
Posted by: daisymae | November 03, 2007 at 05:53 PM
Doc- The message you have sent has not been received. Please try again.
Posted by: Alfred Simon Fyodorovich | November 03, 2007 at 05:54 PM
Not everyone is.
This seems to be an appropriate doom and gloom story for the blog today.
Posted by: Eleanor | November 03, 2007 at 05:55 PM
ok, it worked but for some reason it didn't link to the pic on my blog page. I give up! PHHTTT. Time for the 1st beer of the afternoon...and a couple of shots of whatever liquor the wife has hiding in the closet.
Posted by: Doc Rick | November 03, 2007 at 05:56 PM
Would the prosecution be Crocodile Dundee?
Posted by: Alfred Simon Fyodorovich | November 03, 2007 at 05:57 PM
"El, I brought Elvis in--that's fun, right? ;-)"
You may have made him comfy, jd, but I think he came in way back at 11:28 am. ;-)
Posted by: SW | November 03, 2007 at 05:59 PM
El- Marathons are tough. They consider you a victor if you finish.
Posted by: Alfred Simon Fyodorovich | November 03, 2007 at 06:02 PM
You're right, Stevie. I missed that somehow. Mea culpa! I blame the lapse on having to do actual *shudder* work while blogging.
Posted by: Just Ducky | November 03, 2007 at 06:03 PM
Croc around the pronk.
ha ha ha ha stupid.
Posted by: SW | November 03, 2007 at 06:03 PM
Doc- Email me the picture or what ever. I will post for you, if you want.
Posted by: Alfred Simon Fyodorovich | November 03, 2007 at 06:04 PM
No prob, jd. There but for the grace of God...
Posted by: SW | November 03, 2007 at 06:06 PM
Making the smooth segue between crocodiles and bowel movements. *wish I was this persistent in my job hunting...not*
Posted by: Doc Rick | November 03, 2007 at 06:09 PM
All of that work for a really lame joke. I hate being sober. *Must drink faster*
Posted by: Doc Rick | November 03, 2007 at 06:10 PM
Doc - I thought it was funny. Of course, I'm apparently not the expert on humor, since I just got ripped for 'unfunny meanness', so I'm not sure you want my 'snork.'
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 03, 2007 at 06:17 PM
Hey, A Pearls Before Swine Reference. One of my favorite comics. That Rat and his cynical attitude.
The Croc will never get dee seeba
Posted by: Alfred Simon Fyodorovich | November 03, 2007 at 06:19 PM
Cheers Doc!
Posted by: GungaDan | November 03, 2007 at 06:19 PM
*Snork* @ Doc. You should take a little road trip to New Braunfels.
Posted by: Just Ducky | November 03, 2007 at 06:20 PM
AW-B-H,
Unfair link. I'm prepping for the change to standard time and I didn't Look, because recalibrating my sandglass has to be done one grain at a time
Posted by: igloo | November 03, 2007 at 06:20 PM
*snork* @ JD - the "Best WurstFest in da West."
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | November 03, 2007 at 06:21 PM