He Who Hesitates Loseth His Post
6th human foot found on B.C. south coast.
DAMN. There goes my idea for a Five Feet of Fury post.
Sorry, JB.
6th human foot found on B.C. south coast.
DAMN. There goes my idea for a Five Feet of Fury post.
Sorry, JB.
Designed by Gabfire slightly modified by stageleft
You still have a shot—five of the feet are right feet.
Okay, think, THINK…Kathy Shaidle and Daniel Day-Lewis…hmmmm….
Maybe some reference to Saw would be helpful?
I’ll get on it, chop-chop.
Chop-chop? I should have posted something earlier. Now, I’m stumped. This sixth foot cuts the legs out from under the Shaidle connection.
JB
I know you guys are trying, but I find your remarks rather pedestrian. In the well-heeled communities of the B.C. Coast, the Police (at least publicly) have yet to announce a sole suspect or rationale for the feet-finds.
The Shaidle connection really never had a leg to stand on. Just sayin’…
I’m noting a very unhealthy tendoncy in this thread.
But your plans for a post appear to have been defeeted.
Anybody want to suggest a theory on this Footloose issue?
Gruesome enough for Poe. Dietry might also provide a clue, if they could figure out what the victims had been eating.
As for me, I never metatarsal I didn’t like.
According to MSNBC the latest foot is a paw. We’ve been pawned!
After this paws, the game is again afoot.
Meanwhile, in a Nanaimo bar, a poodle sits moodily staring into his vodka martini, absent mindedly rubbing the bandaged stump of his foreleg.
The bartender finally breaks the silence. “So,” he says.” You’re not from around here, are you? What brings you to town?”
Conversation fades to silence, and all eyes turn to the poodle, who revolves slowly on his barstool and scans the patrons with a steely gaze.
“I’m lookin’ for the bastard that got my paw.”
@balbulican – Nice.
Ah, the paws that refreshes!
You’re all very disjointed in this faux pas of a thread.
I’m scared to stick a toe in this murky water.
Yippee-i-o, Cow Patty!
Whoa. Wait a minute.
This was originally going to be a joke post about Five Feet of Fury. That was spoiled by discovery of the sixth foot, which turned out to be a paw.
The paw of an animal.
A small, dead animal.
Things are worse than first we feared.
“…Poe. Dietry…”
That’s going toe far.
Still treading water here…
Yeah, and I notice you’re sort of revolving in a circle as you do. Check your feet.
Check your feet.
At the door?
to her credit, kathy smells like six feet….
six, huh? rules out a “one of”.
KEvron