Eight Guys In Arizona Just Got The Crap Scared Out Of Them Last Weekend, And They Had Guns Too [Video]
Ah, nothing says summer like the smell of BBQ wafting through the air, the sounds of kids playing in the pool, afternoon thunderstorms and freaky, bloated,mysterious carcasses washed up on the beach. It really is becoming a summer tradition, this time with a new one popping up on the shore of the East River in New York. The "official" consensus is that it's a pig, which is pretty remarkable considering pigs generally don't have claws. A reluctant Loren Coleman has the rest of the story of That Bloated Beast Under Brooklyn Bridge. On a much gentler (and less disgusting) note, Beachcombing brings us tales of Victorian encounters with Mutant Hares, Modern Satyrs and Centaurs. Being Victorian, the witnesses in all cases reacted exactly as you would expect, giving a discreet shriek and running ladylike away from the strange creatures. In an encounter with a giant mutant rabbit, one woman defied her upbringing and actually struck the oncoming beast with her parasol. Then, we presume, she shrieked and ran away.