When home grown meets pure bred. Ladies and gentlemen, run for you lives. And lay some mines as you do because one of them can swim. Nothing says intelligent design like the fact that plate tectonics are continually moving these continents further apart.
...But wait you say. Those things are dead and gone. The eighties have past. My soul is saved. No my friend. Not so. This picture was taken right in my own town not two weeks ago. Gives me the jibblies.
Lock the doors. And hope they don't have blasters.
