Seems like the Johannesburg airport could have named their duty free shops after something that sounded a lot less like animal poop.
Big Five Duty (Free)
Battleship
I think that, for birds, the process of eating is simply a means of acquiring ammunition for a life that is ultimately, one giant game of battleship.
It hits the grass: miss.
It hits the sidewalk: hit.
It hits the center of the windshield: hit and sink.
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Greeley: A Rant
So I love Boulder as much as the next granola-eating, environment-saving, fleece-wearing, outdoor-loving individual, but even I can admit that the place has a flaw.
Each time the wind blows hard and cold from the northeast, it leaves a potent harbinger in its wake: the noxious stench of cow poop.
The thing is, this isn’t really Boulder’s problem … it’s Greeley’s.
Their industry de bovine wafts southward and offends our innocent nostrils. How is that fair?