Tonight we find more mistreatment of animals.
First they put dead herons on signs, then we all eat dead animals in restaurants*, and now our internet friend/troll Cranky Old Mission Guy has been piecing together what looks to be some kind of bizarre criminal act. The evidence is as follows.
The head of a chicken.
The head of a reindeer.
The weapon?!?!
And finally, the suspects:
Actually, Crank has a better description of this scene:
“(left-to-right) Fred’s white girlfriend, Fred, and some neighborhood activist they don’t know, who is interrupting their make-out session.”
Seriously, that chicken head makes me sad. And I do feel mean about joking about a dead animal’s head lying on the ground. But I eat meat, so I obviously don’t have much regard for a chicken’s life or treatment. (sigh)
UPDATE: Thanks to Crank’s fine detective work, the prime suspect has been apprehended!
The story you have just heard is true; the names have been changed to protect the innocent.
In a moment, the outcome of the trial.
ha, the shot w the head of a reindeer is of my old apartment building. that brought me home from armenia for a quick minute
chicken head = santeria?
i always see a dead chicken tossed near the trash bin on Shotwell and 21st.
just sayin’
the game says that you will have to place the secret package within the manor. help barometers heart. they are able to find the most appropriate conditions for trapping oil such as reservoir rock, right source rock and entrapment. the following example illustrates this procedure to determine the heat capacity of a calorimeter.