They were going to take him to the butcher, but they figured the meat was too fatty and full of preservatives.
The only pang of sorrow I feel is for the dead giraffe and lion in the photos. Such majestic animals needlessly killed.
This story seems to fit the case of “If you can’t say anything good about the dead person…”
That’s because there’s literally nothing good anyone can say about this particular dead person.
Just let me clear my throat here. Ahem: “FFFFUUUUUUCK!!”
He’s dead.
Jeezus. Look how clean those boots are, how neat and slicked his hair is.
Such a very obviously posed photo.
Maybe out of fava beans.
Sometimes its best to watch what you eat. Ultimately good people make good food.
to be fair, from the linked tweet, we should also consider giraffes and lions as possible suspects.
Jeez did he unbox those shoes at the photo shoot? I mean, look at how clean they are.
ETA: ack! @generic_name beat me to it!
If so, good! They have an heiress who a big donator to the chisto-fascists.
The cats squint and lick their chops every morning. I know it’s more than flattery.
I’ve seen The Incredible Shrinking Man. I know if I ever became bite sized, my fluffy guys would make an appetizer out of me.
Or just carry you around all the time because they like the way you smell. They could take hits off you.
Oh, I know: “If only he had a gun he could have protected himself.”, or “An armed society is a polite society.”, or “The only way to stop a bad guy with a gun is a good guy with a gun.”
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So we tanned his hyde when he died, Clyde, and laid it out on the shed…
It’s a jungle out there.