The killer whale, whose name should have been a clear warning for everyone, has struck in California, where apparently all kinds of marine life are attacking.
Kasatka, a killer whale at Sea World in San Diego (coincidentally, Spanish for a whale’s vagina) pulled its trainer underwater twice during a performance yesterday.
Now that’s what I call entertainment, if not another battle in the War on Animals.
Or at least the brass firedogs.
“A commotion of grunts and squeaks, flashing unconnected images and explosions of a million little particles.”
No, that’s not a description of a car crash or my driving style—it’s the winner of this year’s Bad Sex in Fiction Award.
The enemy for this battlefront? A crypotozoological mishmash of mammalian proportions.
The country is finally safe, now that Sacramento police have broken up an almond-theft ring. They stole almonds. Really. That’s the big deal.
This blog just likes seeing the term “nut nabbing” in the media again.
