"Perhaps those roadside carcasses were elk that were hit by vehicles. I remember this happening on Pajarito Road in Los Alamos and one of my coworkers attempted to scavenge the meat until lab security put the kibosh on it."
"I wouldn't be surprised if the police problems didn't go back to the early 1880's when they were called the Merchant Police. They weren't employed by the public but by the merchants as a private police force."
"That's a nice motorhome. I have a '68 23' Silver Streak Sabre travel trailer. It had a few factory upgrades in it's early life as the previous owner was very active in the Silver Streak club. I had to replace the refrigerator,…"
I was gonna admit the weevils were a lie earlier on, but then somebody posted about rubbing kerosene on your body, which just egged me on. I came clean finally, though. We still got this poor girl shaking out her shoes before she gets dressed though.