The plastic bags covering the meat are falling apart, and bits of chickens and even horses are poking through. Fortunately, the relatively cool weather (38 degrees) is preventing massive rotting and a disgusting stench. What’s that? 38 degrees Celsius, you say? Is that hot?
Quoth Blizza Blizza:
That’s 100 degrees Fahrenheit for you non-metric types.
And for the record, ‘Huge Meat Pile’ would be a great name for a death metal band.
That it would.