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Last time I was on I-85 in Gwinnett, a severely depressed woman in an 80s Oldsmobile went by me at what had to be 100mph going North on the Southbound side. Turned out she was trying to commit suicide by Kenworth ... and succeeded.
There was a flock of chickens living on the 605/5 onramp for a while when I worked in Los Angeles two years ago. Every morning I'd see the rooster herding the hens back into the shrubbery as rush hour started. They probably escaped from some immigrants back yard or got away from some homeless person. No doubt the goat did too, and is enjoying its freedom on the open roads.
At the (now sadly closed for the winter) farmer's market near where I live, one of the farmers was selling ground goat. I liked it. Very robust. Worked great for chili.
shirt it!
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