Where have all the DC hoodoo men gone? Time was you could find a good hoodoo man to bless a mojo bag as easily as you could buy a mediocre sandwich covered in goat cheese at Cosi. Without these neighborhood mystics, Washington residents have no way to deal with the mysterious mountains of chicken bones all over town. The greasy old bones are turning up literally everywhere -- and white people are concerned.
Chickens have bones? And even if they do, I doubt any living scientist could prove the found bones come from chickens. Show me the bone's birth certificate or STFU.
Hey, I live "hood adjacent" and let me tell you - some of us negroes definitely leave chicken bones every fuckin where. The shit drives me nuts when the local fuckin Kroger(s) parking lot looks like they just had the 4th of Labor Day eve wing eating contest there. And I added the S to Kroger because that is just what we do, son!
Chickens have bones? And even if they do, I doubt any living scientist could prove the found bones come from chickens. Show me the bone's birth certificate or STFU.
Hey, I live "hood adjacent" and let me tell you - some of us negroes definitely leave chicken bones every fuckin where. The shit drives me nuts when the local fuckin Kroger(s) parking lot looks like they just had the 4th of Labor Day eve wing eating contest there. And I added the S to Kroger because that is just what we do, son!
Nice teeth.
What? Those chopper are really some seriously nice dentition. I wish mine were that nice.
Something from the old Calvin and Hobbes along the lines of, "if cats had opposable thumbs, humans would be cat food."