February 26, 2008

Signs of Spring: LLamabutcher Edition

Spring has come to the verdant Blue Ridge of Virginia: I passed the first county jail work crew out picking up dead skunks off the side of the road today, with the big old sheriff dude with a shotgun the size of a Revolutionary War musket.

This being the new Virginia, though, the sheriff dude with the sunglasses and a gun was a very large and short and scary looking African American woman, and the prisoners mostly scrawny white guys who looked like a motley collection of meth tweakers and check kiters. Think blingless K-Fed, with a mullet.

Swing low, sweet chariot.

Posted by Steve-O at February 26, 2008 09:41 AM | TrackBack

Oh, so that's who picks up all the dead skunks.

I thought that certain "photography" professors from certain "small, single-sex liberal arts colleges" scooped them up, put them on a scanner, and passed off the resultant images as "art."

My mistake.


Posted by: Pep at February 26, 2008 12:07 PM

Steve-O, we're all still waiting for you to come out with that book of poetry. Don't let us down, man.

Posted by: tdp at February 26, 2008 02:20 PM

There were a whole bunch of robins in the park on Saturday. Today, we've got 8" of heavy, wet snow.

Posted by: rbj at February 26, 2008 03:27 PM

So much depends upon,
A KFed wannabe,
In a bright orange jumpsuit,
With no mullet or bling bling.

Posted by: The Abbot at February 26, 2008 06:50 PM

Heard a meadowlark last wek and saw some bees and there are come crocues blooming and the greens wioll squeal about this global warming poppycock bull kaka

Posted by: Birdzilla at February 27, 2008 11:10 AM