I was on I-95 last week, sitting in traffic (of course!), when a car passed me. Well, more like crawled past me, came to a complete stop, inched forward a bit, then stopped again, crawled a few feet, and stopped again. Suspended from the back bumper by the exhaust pipe was a stuffed Papa Smurf doll, slowly being asphyxiated and dragged to ribbons. (Believe it or not, I spelled "asphyxiated" correctly the first time!)
Why would anyone want to kill Papa Smurf? He was the only decent one in the whole bunch. Sure, he was a tad self-righteous, but at his age, who wouldn't be? How can one not love Papa Smurf? I could understand dragging Smurfette to death, or Greedy; and the annoying one who always carried the barbel, he deserves to die. But Papa Smurf?
Anyway, it's amazing what you can see while sitting in traffic.
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