If it’s Not Pigs it’s Freaks!

What else can you call fully grown, straw Stetson wearing, toy (I hope) gun toting, bellowing adults running down the street leaving a trail of crosses made from breadcrumbs on the pavement? Well, I think the crosses were made from breadcrumbs. I decided that joining the ranks of the curtain twitchers was the safest bet so I only guessed at the nature of the white substance they were sprinkling all over the place. After all, there was a whole herd […]

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