The next time I see another cloud of chemically-cherry-scented vapor billowing out from some nimrod’s car in front of me, idiot-signalling his underdeveloped neocortex and forcing me to shut all my windows and turn off my heater to no avail, I will relax and think, “Tick, tock, asshole. Save a puff for Jesus.”
The drone spooked the momma bear. The baby bear nearly died. You can see the shadow of a raptor closing in overhead, waiting for the carnage. All because some selfish prick has a YouTube channel….
