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today, i was inocently walking to the record store down the street when a bird crapped on me. i was lucky and it only hit the top of my headphones and my jacket. both those objects were easy to wash though, but when i got to the record store i was so paranoid that there was bird shit all over me that i hid my face from the guy working there and when i went to pay for the records i tried to keep my chin up so he couldn't see the top of my hair. he probally thinks i'm crazy, but i'd rather have him think i'm crazy then have him think i'm some nasty guy who walks around with bird shit all over him, and it didn't even look like the normal white and black liquidy type of bird shit, it was all green and lumpy like the mix you put on your chia pet so it can sprout it's glourius plants of wonderment.