AKA “Irony over the stinky river….”
Sometimes, just when I begin to not have faith that Indians have a sense of humor, I run across something like this:
Near our house, there is an extremely foul river…. actually, it’s hard to even call it a river since it really seems to only flow when the cows go wading through the slush. Needless to say, it’s also a nice mosquito breeding ground too.