Monday, September 15, 2008

Mule Dump



Apparently, someone did a crappy job of castrating a couple of mules, and dumped the carcasses here.

Either that, or coyotes just ate the genitals off.

I had a couple more shots - one from the bridge - but it was a camera phone, so of course they're gone.   Look, you can either make phone calls or take pictures - it's your choice.

4 comments:

The_Scum said...

Wow, your most disgusting post ever.

FURST to ask where the hell this was?

You hanging with devil worshipers, skinny walkers, Charlie Manson fans, Bull Dyke Democrats or what?

D said...

wtf indeed.

Go back to truck school drop-outs, artful grafitti, and strip-sleeping yokels.
Enough with the dead animals.

Though really, it might be in keeping with the Lavi charter to explore the seamy underside of Vegas, including under bridges.

Thankfully I don't have a Smell-O-Vision enabled browser.

Lavi D. said...

I went out for a nice, long, thoroughly enjoyable bike ride Saturday morning.

I was noodling around the entrance to a huge flood basin off Charleston just past the last subdivision.

This road is damn near clogged with "roadies" on Sat morning - riding out of the southwestern 'burbs to the Red Rock loop. The short time I spent on the road (the sidewalk ends at the last traffic signal) I was constantly dodging people in lycra spinning like mad and doing close to 40.

Anyway, there's a link in the post (the word "here") to a Google map of the place.

Yeah, it's disgusting, but I couldn't not post it...

D said...

I went to the "here" link you mentioned, and even squinting like Hunter Thompson I couldn't see a disgusting mule carcass.
It must be like one of those 3D artwork posters...


Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas ... with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.

-Hunter S. Thompson


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