I saw a fox in a plastic bag by the roadside on my way in today.
The irony of it all was that it's a Waitrose "bag for Life".
I'm fairly certain a fox could fight it's way out of a plastic bag.
I therefore deduce that the fox was dead before it was inserted into said ironic bag.
What sort of a sick fuck is doing this stuff.
Like some kind of messed up combination of wind in the willows and shallow grave.
I saw a fox in a plastic bag by the roadside on my way in today.
The irony of it all was that it's a Waitrose "bag for Life".
I'm fairly certain a fox could fight it's way out of a plastic bag.
I therefore deduce that the fox was dead before it was inserted into said ironic bag.
What sort of a sick fuck is doing this stuff.
Like some kind of messed up combination of wind in the willows and shallow grave.
not impressed