I love how very coy this coyote looks. For those not in the know, this is the animal that calmly walked into a Chicago Quiznos' yesterday via a propped-open door and proceed to sit in their drink cooler. The employees and customers filed out, animal control filed in, and crisis was averted. Read more here.
Anyway, this look tells me that if the coyote could speak, she would--in a soft, Southern drawl, purr: "Why, I have always depended on the kindness of strangers." Can't you see it?
On a related note: Chicago coyotes are fucking pussies. It's not even hot yet. Now when bitches from the ATL begin hopping in coolers, then it's hot. Peace out.
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speaking of pussies, imagine if you will, a frigid Chicago December day. a lone female visits the city, bundled, tripping gingerly atop ice-encrusted sidewalks, huddled alee from the blistering wind roaring up the El train platform. her kind, older sister calls her to check in on the frosty commute. imagine this visitor's shrill response: high-pitched, emotionally desperate, lips quivering, a fruitless ire directed at the elements, as if God himself were conspiring to make her journey a sub-zero torment. imagine this olympic-sized whining continuing for six straight days, abated only by the presence of a blanketed pull-out sofa bed, a cup of piping hot milky tea, and a whirring space heater working 12 amps of overtime. hmmm yes, IMAGINE.
Could you be anymore effing dramatic? Sheesh. Okay, I was cold. That being said, I was reminded many times that I had the good fortune to arrive in your fair (read: crap) city during the COLDEST WEEK OF THE YEAR. Everyone was freezing tits.
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