This just caught my eye as a weird story. From CNN.com.
What a way to start a commute, hitting a penguin on the highway.

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Hmmm... just Seeing a penquin on a Texas highway would make me pull over and Ask for a breathalyzer test. :-)

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Especially if it exploded when placed on the telly.



Or attacked you at the beach with huge, electric tentacles...

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Oh, things explode every day.

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A bit gruesome perhaps, but I can't help but wonder, from my utterly undefensible sadistic dark side, what kind of feather explosions those poor penquins made when they got hit by cars.

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Apparently, penguins are fond of Texas

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I've seen cattle on a Texas freeway, but have to admit penguins would be odd. I wonder what the armadillo's thought of them?

I think the rest of the story goes...

A cop pulled over a guy speeding in a convertible filled with penguins. The driver claimed he just found them on the road and didn't know what to do with them. The officer told him to take them to the zoo. A week later, the officer pulled the same guy over again because he noticed his car was still filled with penguins. The officer questioned the driver about taking them to the zoo. The driver replied, "I sure did and they liked it so well, I'm taking them to Six Flags". ahhhh ha. Now you know where he got the above flag.

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Such TV-roosting penguins aren't as dangerous as the spine-chilling giant electric penguins!




See the the spine-chilling giant electric penguin!



See Ensign Oates' frank adult death struggle!



See Ensign Oates pick up a stone, then remove his briefs, put the stone in his briefs, twirl it like a sling, and release the stone!



See the spine-chilling giant electric penguin hit on the beak!



See the spine-chilling giant electric penguin fall over backwards!



See Vanilla Hoar as Miss Evans pursued by the man-eating roll-top writing desk!



See Miss Evans run and get her clothing torn on each of the three Saguaro cacti so common in the Sahara and Antarctic! See Miss Evans stripped practically naked by the last Saguaro cactus (most common in Arizona, land of great visibility!)!



And now for something completely different...

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I have two poultry/highway stories one sad and one gross and sort of funny.

One of the saddest things I see around here is at certain times of the year when the wind is right (or wrong!) great big pelagic albatross's get blown shoreward and then try to spend the night on highway 101 just south of Candlestick Park.

When the morning traffic starts up the birds require too much take off room to get out of the way of oncoming cars if they even try. They are like big seagulls with eleven foot wingspans. When a bird with an eleven foot wingspan gets run over, its just ghastly. They are such nobel looking birds even in death.

On the otherhand about a year ago I was on a move job (I'm a furniture mover) that was going to be huge so we had to get an early start. In a designed community in a place called Foster City for those of you in foreign climes. It has a lot of large ponds, lakes and fountains which attracts a lot of water fowl. The place used to be a dump, literally. Now the houses sell for half a million and up. I moved folks in, then a year later I moved them out as the houses began sinking, but I digress.

Well, the sun was about halfway up over the horizon and we were zipping down this causeway at a high rate of speed in an eighteen foot moving truck. I noticed a flight of ducks flying low (Damn, there's a fight going on outside! Sounds like teenagers. Ump now the neighborhood dogs are going off! BRB... Pshaw, a couple of drunk highschool boys having a girl fight. But you got to check these things to make sure its not somebody being attacked)

Anywho, I notice right off the bat that one of the ducks is not going to make it. A female mallard. I glanced at the speedometer just before impact and we were doing 57 mph when she hit the "eyebrow" just above the left headlight. There was a tremendous explosion of feathers and inards. And this big splot of intestines hit the windshield right in front of the driver. As he hit the windshield wipers I don't know what posessed me, I saw the kid had turned pale and greenish but I had to go and say, "Wow, looks just like Spaghetti-O's!". And the driver started hucking.

Now this wasn't the best display of comic timing I could have pulled. The driver is puking all over the streering column and himself, calling me very bad names and trying to maintain control of a good sized truck long enough to pull over. Screwed up the brake/clutch timing and almost put us in the water. We had to pull in to a gas station to clean up prior to getting to the job site.

The driver was mad at me for hours. Good thing I know my job and work hard.

BD

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