Santeria in Arlington’s Parks?
What gives, people? There I am, enjoying a nice walk through Donaldson Run Park and I find a poor, lifeless rubber chicken right next to the path. Sliced up the middle from crotch to sternum, completely gutted, only the skin remaining.
Just as curious as why someone would bother to slit a rubber chicken like that are the questions of why someone would bring it to and leave it in the woods and why rubber chickens have held such an important place in our lexicon of humor when really they are only funny when you find them gutted in the park like this. Not all mysteries are meant to be solved, I guess.
Interesting. Just the other day someone called me and sounded like they were talking through a rubber chicken.
Which reminds me….
A chicken and an egg are lying in bed. The chicken is leaning against the headboard smoking a cigarette with a satisfied smile on its face. The egg, looking a bit ticked off, grabs the sheet, rolls over and says … Well, I guess we finally answered “THAT question!”
OMG – a “Student Bodies” reference!! I love that movie.
Darpino – first Scalzi, now Student Bodies. We’re media twins!
I have a videotape I bought off Ebay…
Drugs!