First, the Dallas Cowboys football team mascot ran through the lobby of my building. I hate creepy mascots, especially the kind with a fixed grinning face.
Then on the way back from my lunch meeting at the museum where I talk with museum-going friends about museumy things whilst surrounded by the said museum, I witnessed and was party to a PETA demonstration. They acted like they were handing out soda or something then furtively gave me a flyer about how Canada in the upcoming olympic games are directly responsible for clubbing baby seals. No, I'm not exaggerating, at. all...
Anyway here is the PETA party prize pack. I'm afraid to give the Red Bull they gave to me to anyone to drink. Maybe I'm supposed to throw it on someone wearing fur?
It was just wrong to put blood dripping off the olympic symbol. Really? You had to go there, PETA?
