Are there any carnivores left here? Or at least a couple of wayward omnivores? Or have we all been systematically eliminated along with the humor? Anyway, I'm of two minds on the issue. While I'd love to be able to produce another Spooky kitty from an old piece of poop found behind the sofa, I think that once I eat a California condor, my work there should be done.
Rock on with yer bad ass pagan selves.
