A pesky fucking what? LOL
That brings me back to my brother in law's closet favorite movie, Nottinghill, where I learned about fruitatarians and how they only eat fruit that has fallen from the vine. I thought with that rationale, as in the fruit is now dead so I can eat it, why not be a roadkillerien? I mean, it's dead already am I right? Do a public service and scoop that carcus up.
I once had a friend...actually that's not accurate, he is still my friend, but once upon a time this friend would do exactly that...he would see the roadkill, open up his door while still moving at a good clip, scoop that thing up and toss it in the back of the truck. It was really something to witness, a ballet of machine and rubber, actual death and near death.
^True story.
He is now married to one of my oldest friends who seemed to have broken him of such incredible stunts. Though I could swear his eyes look upon the smooshed woodchucks and squirrels with a barely contained longing, a revelry, a sweet memory of the good ol' days.
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To be a little too transparent, I too once considered roadkill as I drove past a young buck on the side of the highway that hadn't been lying there the night before. I couldn't really see how to grab it from the window and hold onto it until I got to a good stopping place. Since then I've started pumping iron just in case... I'm already up to 3.5lb weights.
This truly made me LOL!!
Hehe, that would be a fantastic thing to witness. Far better than stopping and scooping. Instead an acrobatic machine and man cancer over the death of flesh!
Hehe, I used to joke with one of my mates who got divorced that his wife went for him because he was a bit of a bad boy. She then spent the next 8 years taming him then left him for a bad boy lol!!