Rough weekend in the field, McBoners. A reconnaissance mission in Indianapolis this Saturday uncovered a particularly unstable fridge:
Flimsy plastic bottles and a mere refrigerator door against these levels of toxicity? Laughable. Indeed, the contamination appeared to have spilled into the otherwise pristine neighborhood, giving rise to a certain criminal element once the sun goes down.
On a completely unrelated note: to the bastards who helped themselves to our GPS last night: sure, you may be able to navigate all the roads of the world, but how will you navigate the roads of life (speaking figuratively now) when your moral GPS (moral compass of today) is obviously broken?