Monday, January 3, 2011


How the fuck do five thousand birds just drop dead and plummet to the ground?  Lightning my arse.  Ditto fireworks.  Is that what killed all the fish, too?  Right.  Sure.

If I didn't know better -- and I don't -- my money's on some kind of CIA/Defense Department experiment in selective slaughter.  Either that, or Arkansas just ain't no proper place to spend the holidays.  (Nor yer growin' up years, neither, for that matter.)

In other news, the Lunch Counter has suspended its import of Arkansas fish.

Llewellen -- prepare the haggis.

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