Chicken Stew

So I feel as though I'm back on track with my loverly blogger, as well as with my life. Things are starting to fall together once more and the stress is quickly leaving as exams are finishing up my first semester of real schooling. I'll be going home this weekend, and I shall have no worries...I can't even imagine what that is going to feel like. On to the important stuff...

ROME (Reuters) - An Italian town is setting donkeys to work mowing the grass on the side of its highways in an effort to save money and reduce pollution.

Fed up with paying some 100,000 euros ($132,800) a year to cut the grass on its out-of-town roads with tractor-mowers, the local government of Treviso, near Venice, said on Tuesday it had bought six donkeys to do the work instead.

"This purchase will allow us to save cash as well as launch an experimental ecological project," said local government chief Luca Zaia, who paid just over 2,000 euros for the six animals.

Motorists need not fear running down the donkeys -- they will only be allowed to munch the grass in roadside areas that are fenced off from traffic.

See...now that's just plain fun. Unless of course you happen to be the one unlucky motorist who does run down a donkey...that could get messy.


And of course, there has to be some mention of sex or nobody will bother coming here anymore.

"Slither slither slither slither went the tongue," one of his winning sentences begins.

"But the hand that was what she tried to concentrate on, the hand, since it has the entire terrain of her torso to explore and not just the otorhinolaryngological caverns -- oh God, it was not just at the border where the flesh of the breast joins the pectoral sheath of the chest -- no, the hand was cupping her entire right -- Now!" Read more about the British prize for GREAT, I mean, bad sex in fiction...

Now this is very high quality stuff. I know I'm excited.