You know that thing, where a group of ravens steal a hunk of smoked pork and then proceed to repeatedly drop it on your car in order to break it up into more palatable pieces?
Found on the ground next to my car:
I hate when they do that; don’t you?
To answer some of the questions I’ve received about this:
- I have no idea where the pork came from. In fact, I don’t even know if it’s pork.
- Luckily, no dents.
- Yes, I registered scorn with the ravens: I shook my fists at them and referred to them in very disparaging terms.