Bye-bye birdie.
Heya...
What the -- ?! I think I need go down to the Mall-Wart and get me a b-b gun for cheap. Haha, no kidding. I was pecked on the head by a fucking bird while crossing the parking lot on my way to crossing the street for the bus. When I looked up in my apartment complex, there the little bastard was flying low above my head.
I didn't know at first what it was that "hit" me until I looked around and then up when I saw that damn bird. Fucker. Maybe, I smell like cat because all I kept picturing in my head was all those cartoons with the cat being repeatedly pecked between the ears by a bird -- usually Tom or Sylvester. Or it could've been one of the many Hanna-Barbara cartoons. Remember Alfred Hitchcock's "The Birds?" I wish I had a camera for the one time awhile back at Highland Mall when there were seemingly hundreds of them having a convention in the parking lot and on tops of cars. They didn't freak out on us, though.
This has never happened before. It just kept swooping after me once again when I came home from work. I don't know if or where there's a nest, but tomorrow, I'll beat it down with my umbrella.
...Ashe
What the -- ?! I think I need go down to the Mall-Wart and get me a b-b gun for cheap. Haha, no kidding. I was pecked on the head by a fucking bird while crossing the parking lot on my way to crossing the street for the bus. When I looked up in my apartment complex, there the little bastard was flying low above my head.
I didn't know at first what it was that "hit" me until I looked around and then up when I saw that damn bird. Fucker. Maybe, I smell like cat because all I kept picturing in my head was all those cartoons with the cat being repeatedly pecked between the ears by a bird -- usually Tom or Sylvester. Or it could've been one of the many Hanna-Barbara cartoons. Remember Alfred Hitchcock's "The Birds?" I wish I had a camera for the one time awhile back at Highland Mall when there were seemingly hundreds of them having a convention in the parking lot and on tops of cars. They didn't freak out on us, though.
This has never happened before. It just kept swooping after me once again when I came home from work. I don't know if or where there's a nest, but tomorrow, I'll beat it down with my umbrella.
...Ashe