You guys are just the kind of people some of my sick college friends would love! You see, there is this group of immature guys who once decided to have a little fun with a stuffed skunk (fake), a fishing pole, and a freeway. Said immature guys perch themselves atop an overpass, attach said fake skunk to the fishing line, and toss the thing overboard. Skunk lands on freeway, and they begin to reel it in. Cars begin swerving, brakes screeching; I'm sure that the one thought on the mind of every driver was "DO NOT KILL THAT SKUNK!" Immature guys found it to be completely hysterical...until the cops showed up and escorted them away. [img]/infopop/emoticons/icon_biggrin.gif[/img]
*"The English country gentleman galloping after a fox - The unspeakable in full pursuit of the uneatable." - Oscar Wilde
So, anyone here familiar with the phrase "Bucks by Buick?"
My family's favorite roadkill story is of my sister, when she was in college. Driving through a less desirable part of town, speeding slightly, she hit a stray cat. (Did I mention this was at night??) Utterly hysterical, she leaps from the car, whips off her shirt, and bundles the cat (obviously dead) off to the closest vet. While I have had my share of guilt filled nights over bunnycide and the like, I'm laugh every time I think about this story. What did the vet think when confronted with my sister (who shall we say, has been blessed with "vast tracks of land?")
*Sometimes I think the so-called expets actually ARE experts.*