Showing posts with label France doesn't sound like pants. Show all posts
Showing posts with label France doesn't sound like pants. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Omnipresent Fowl

Big thanks to the mighty A-Mem, who risked life and limb to get this picture in France (doesn't rhyme with pants.) Clearly these awful birds have developed a sophisticated intranet with which to haunt me and my friends. Beware - no one is safe.

Stuck in traffic (with A-Mem, I might add) in Corona, and what do I feel boring in at me? (NO! not that!) The beady, persistant eyes of the proprieter of La Casa de Pollo. But we know, this isn't a pollo...its un gallo malo.
Finally - and I promise to make this the last rooster-related post - look what I found in the store

A dreaded, fearsome, r.o.o.s.t.e.r o.v.e.n.m.i.t.t.