die pigeon! die!
okay, so normally i'm all cool with the pigeons around here. you know, they lose their pants every once in a while, but i overlook it because they always leave me alone and don't do things like poo on me while i'm waiting for the bus....
oh wait, that's EXACTLY what stupid pigeon did to me today!
there i am, minding my own beeswax. with one dollar and 25 cents in hand, leisurely anticipating the arrival of the #1 to take me downtown for work. suddenly, there is a ruckus in the air. feathers fly. i look up. i think to myself, "huh, that pigeon just lost a feather, look there it goes floating away...oh wait, what's that...falling ever so quickly right toward my...oh shit! literally! that stupid pigeon just shit on me!"
yep, pigeon took a crap right on my shirt. luckily, it was a small crap and i was a half a block away from my house. but nonetheless, i still had poo on my shirt. ewwwwww!!!
pigeon, if you read this, you must know that this is war. our wonderful time of peaceful coexistence is now over. O-V-E-R. maybe if you would've worn your pants like a good pigeon, you would've crapped those instead of crapping all over me. but what's done is done, and if i ever see you again, you'd better fly off in the other direction. no one likes an insensitive pigeon, lest the likes of me.
good day sir, good day!
oh wait, that's EXACTLY what stupid pigeon did to me today!
there i am, minding my own beeswax. with one dollar and 25 cents in hand, leisurely anticipating the arrival of the #1 to take me downtown for work. suddenly, there is a ruckus in the air. feathers fly. i look up. i think to myself, "huh, that pigeon just lost a feather, look there it goes floating away...oh wait, what's that...falling ever so quickly right toward my...oh shit! literally! that stupid pigeon just shit on me!"
yep, pigeon took a crap right on my shirt. luckily, it was a small crap and i was a half a block away from my house. but nonetheless, i still had poo on my shirt. ewwwwww!!!
pigeon, if you read this, you must know that this is war. our wonderful time of peaceful coexistence is now over. O-V-E-R. maybe if you would've worn your pants like a good pigeon, you would've crapped those instead of crapping all over me. but what's done is done, and if i ever see you again, you'd better fly off in the other direction. no one likes an insensitive pigeon, lest the likes of me.
good day sir, good day!
posted by ali. at 8:38 PM
5 Comments:
Ali you're a lover not a fighter. Please no war!
hey...aren't you in the marighetto for grisha's wedding this weekend???
i talked to my mom yesterday...ann said that she wants you to come by and see her...:)
In Thailand they say getting shit on by a bird is good luck!
well then chuckeroo, i'm one lucky mother funker!
p.s. loved the photos from the weddin'!
you're right, if i had a pigeon shit on me i'd probably not think they were "just doin' their thing." or would they? i would think that they were, but i'd still be pissed. ha! thanks for sharing!
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