Doing what tastes right.

I went on a jog this morning, and the half-gnawed humerus and doggie ulna was still there right in the middle of the bike path, but it didn't bother me because I am used to it now. I can only hope that it is not some sort of message left by the trolls or gangstas warning joggers like myself to keep off their turf. Whatever. I ate fast food for lunch today and I think I am going to die anyways.