I don’t feel bad for the bird that undoubtedly lost its life crapping its guts out on my car. I do feel bad about the indignity my car will experience until I am able to rid its exterior of the filth. Stupid birds.
Don't ask where it comes from, why it comes or why I feel compelled to tell you about it. Just enjoy, or don't. I don't care.
I don’t feel bad for the bird that undoubtedly lost its life crapping its guts out on my car. I do feel bad about the indignity my car will experience until I am able to rid its exterior of the filth. Stupid birds.
Posted by E at 10/13/2009