Every once in a while, folks will gently chide me about my stories. I have been told that some of my scribbles stretch credulity a bit.
I tell you that my stories are no more than normal.
For instance, I have yet to run into anything like this.
In case that link collapses, it is to the story of three Houston teens who casually desecrated the ninety-year-old grave of a child so they could modify the skull into a bong and smoke their marijuana out of it.
A copy of the PC affidavit for the arrest may be found here.
Makes my critter tales seem down-right inspirational, doesn't it?