For RFK it’d be more like he killed the bird, then took it to a friend’s house to show so he had to drive it across state lines twice just to chuck it into a conservation park somewhere after driving it around town as he went shopping, but kept the legs for dinner that evening.
For RFK it’d be more like he killed the bird, then took it to a friend’s house to show so he had to drive it across state lines twice just to chuck it into a conservation park somewhere after driving it around town as he went shopping, but kept the legs for dinner that evening.
Again.
Well, what else are those worms in his brain going to eat? They’ve got nothing else at this point!