I'd Hit You with My Car, If I Knew Where You Are

June 20, 2007

As I drove into work today I saw two dead kittens on the highway about 30ft apart, meaning some douchebag probably threw them out the window so they'd get run over. Apparently, taking them to a shelter, or even dumping them in the grassy and wooded areas adjacent to the highway, takes too much time. Even the service road would've been too laborious.

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