Sign of the times
I was out this morning walking The Beast. About an hour into it, two neighborhoods away I came across a car parked on the curb.
It had been egged.
Only it wasn't real eggs. There was a large, empty EggBeaters carton next to the vehicle.
Have we so pussified our childrens' (OK, your children...I'm not afflected with them) existence that this to which they must resort?
Cholesterol-free mayhem.
Pathetic.
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Laughing my ass off! thank you!