I hate bird shit. I have a feeling my Civic was designed to be a bird shit magnet.
I love it when birds fly into windows.
Well what the hell did you expect to happen? I'm sure most birds don't want to hang around your creepy pigeon loving ass and try to escape the second the chance presents itself.
I didn't expect those birds to go back. I guess he had a nice DVD collection or something.
NO PROBLEM MAN. ANYTIME FELLOW PIGEON FAN.
Uh oh, looks like someone needs more practice posting with her internet machine.
I weep for humanity.
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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