Why would someone do that?

I’m reading this news article from England about a dead porpoise.

So what you say, don’t porpoises die every day?

So what’s the news and why remark on it?
Well it suffered an end I heard friends wish for when I was young and stupider, it screwed itself to death. But that’s not the actual funny part of the this story, nope.

How much do you think a 5 foot long porpoise weighs? 110 pounds. With that image of a likely slippery, 5 foot long, 110 pound dead sea mammal in mind I ask: Would you lug that over a mile only to abandon it in an alley?

Someone did … maybe they saw a cop and thought they’d have to explain the dead porpoise in the tarp, I don’t know.

But the best part was something else that was said to put this in context: “We got a call once about a dolphin that was stuffed inside a phone box in Kent.”

A Dolphin in a Phone Box … Why would someone do that?
Is life that boring over in jolly old England? Was it a prank?

Oh, the porpoise was an elderly male who didn’t have the strength to both feed and fuck. Guess the little head wins out in men no matter the species.


About xamble

Most things I do involve computers. Nowadays that sounds stupid to hear because everyone uses computers. Except I was saying that before the IBM PC came on the scene. (hint: my first programs were entered on punch cards in an IBM-29) Now I mostly use them. Mostly to provide a community service in my small town. Because I could when it was asked and still can. And I'm a wannabe writer. Various books in various states of incompleteness. A few short stories. Might do more of that.
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