Undeterred by his municipality's slumping job market, Bob roams an unknown tract of wildnerness in pursuit of a steady paycheck. The decision seems odd but appears to pay off when he runs into a couple of sideburn-dependent acquaintances that also enjoy spending time on undeveloped land just outside of town. Nothing about this situation appears wholesome, but that water cooler's saying all the right things. Iniquity looms...
August 29, 2009
Poaching? In the swampy, alligator-infested woodlands where Bob whiles his weekdays away? You can count his left hand out.
August 31, 2009
Bob is not running out of ways to say that he needs the poaching money but lacks the resolve to commit a crime. Where did that dog go?