If there was ever any doubt that drugs make people do crazy things: the news this week about an Iowan meth-head who decided, ahem,
to get frisky with a feline (there's a more risque joke begging to be made here, but I'll restrain myself).
The sordid details of this story almost make the events of Edgar Allan Poe's "The Black Cat" seem quaint by comparison.
Hopefully, Gerardo Martinez's inter-species misdeeds won't lead dealers to start marketing crank as an aphrodisiac.
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