Gift from above
So I was pooped on by a bird this morning--a first for me. It must have happened while I was walking into work and slipped by unnoticed. It wasn't until I took my coat off, put my backpack away and finally sat down that I noticed a nickel-sized blob of that unmistakeable white/brown/green colored goo on my thigh. Thankfully, it didn't smell and came out pretty easily. In fact, the more I think about it, we're pretty lucky that bird shit doesn't stink. Imagine if dogs could fly.
1 comment:
yes, it's bad enough that the people in my apartment complex leave their dogs' shit everywhere. If they dog shit was dropping from the sky, I might have to move.
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