Suit Up, Demi Moore

Walked to work today. Counted three dead birds on the sidewalk in various stages of obliteration. Walking home I counted five. These weren't pigeons, staples of city living, but much smaller songbirds: I'm fairly sure one of them was a finch, and it wasn't the only dead finch I've seen along that same stretch of sidewalk in the last month.

So strap on your cleats, Demi: once we execute the retarded kid, it's game time.