NOBODY TELL THE OREGON HIGHWAY DEPARTMENT
Rotting Whale Casts Foul Stench Into Malibu
(Thanks to Bill Hudgins)
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December 07, 2012
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There’s a slow, slow whale comin’ up around the bend meets Any Place I Hang My Whale Is Home"
Posted by: Not My Usual Alias | December 07, 2012 at 04:52 PM
Larry Hagman?
Posted by: PirateBoy | December 07, 2012 at 05:07 PM
That'snot a whale its Ed Asner
Posted by: Riverview Dude | December 07, 2012 at 05:19 PM
Edgar...?
Posted by: ligirl | December 07, 2012 at 05:23 PM
Whale blubber + fire = one giant bonfire on the beach?
I'll bring the marshmallows. Who's bringing the chocolate bars and the graham crackers?
Posted by: She | December 07, 2012 at 05:28 PM
We're gonna need a bigger trash bag.
Posted by: JD | December 07, 2012 at 07:08 PM
The article said there would be a fowl stench. Wouldn't it be more of a cetacean stench? Strive for accuracy when describing aromas..... And another thing, since the whale died naturally and it is just lying there, could the Vegans eat it?
Posted by: Make It Rain | December 07, 2012 at 07:43 PM
Karma for this season's " 3-1/2 Men " .
Posted by: Clankie | December 07, 2012 at 08:04 PM
911, what's your emergency?
Listen, you're not going to believe what my dog just brought home!
Posted by: Omniskeptic | December 08, 2012 at 07:19 AM
Oh, Omni, you caused me to flash back to a dog I saw on the side of a highway. He was big and wearing a nice leather collar. He was obviously an indoor dog most of the time.
He was rolling over and over in...something. Something that had fur at one point. It had a certain bouquet.
"Here, boy! C'mon, it's time to come in...Go away, boy!"
Posted by: Steve | December 08, 2012 at 10:19 AM
Back on the so-called "farm" where I grew up (more of a rest home for useless horses, actually) our dogs dragged in something that absolutely looked like a disembodied head. Turned out to be a wad of horse-tail-hair, matted with burrs.
Posted by: Omniskeptic | December 08, 2012 at 12:29 PM
Where's an eskimo when you need on?
Probably hanging at the krispy creme with the cops, the hot doughnut light just came on
Posted by: Riverview Dude | December 08, 2012 at 04:17 PM