Here's the thing. I've been sick with the Piglet Flu, not a full hog-on swine but certainly close to it. So, that's my excuse for not blogging this week. I am so sorry my faithful fans. But I am happy to say that I'm feeling better, my brain is back to it's usual abnormal, twisted self and I am here to post. So yesterday, I had to drive out to West Chester University (it's not far) to bring my daughter some supplies when I changed lanes and found myself following the truck in the picture above. That's right--a pick-up truck filled with dead Bambie or is it BambI. Whatever. Now this is either one of the funniest or most disgusting things I have seen in a very long time. This guy gives new meaning to a John Deer truck, let me tell you. I mean what is going on here. Are these carcusses he found on the roadside? Is this his job? And what's with the little basket thing on the back. Is that a special dead dear add-on that he requested at the dealership or should I say Deership? Is this the remains of some weird quadruple plus deer family murder/suicide thing? Was it a Santa Claus training mission gone terribly wrong? Is that Rudolph in that basket? Oh, deer, me. I had to swerve considerabley and I probably should have been arrested as I chased him down the road to get a picture. Perhaps he was taking them to be, what? Stuffed? Processed into bambi burgers? I tried to get close enough to ask him but lost him at a light. Too bad, he looked like a real sweet fella. But you know, it got me thinking that if next year the flu of the month club is Deer Flu, we know who to blame.