I see your face, forest fires
Rats in the street gnawin' at your bones
Tuesday, June 8, 2021
Hello, Ratty!
Waist-level planter on the parking lot retaining wall of the Vons at Third & Vermont, 2022 last evening.
Four to five inches (10-13 cm.) sans tail, I'd guess.
No, we cannot embed this enough. Talk about your zeitgeist, & for forty effin' yrs. now!
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I've long taken issue with the expression "can't swing a dead cat", ie "can't swing a dead cat around here without hitting a (lawyer, preacher, cop)." When you stretch 'em out side by side, nose to tail cats are a hell of a lot longer than rats. A lot more room to swing. To tighten things up a bit, the more accurate expression would be "can't swing a dead rat around here without hitting a goddamned lawyer ... "
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