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Story time!
I had to go to Target and, when I came back, I saw there was something in my parking spot, and it looked like a bottle. I parked in my spot, ran over the "bottle" and heard it crunch, which I thought was the plactic of the bottle. I get out of the car, look at my tire, and there is a bird pinned underneath it. I ran over a bird and crushed its bones and now it is pinned under my front driver's side tire. I'm sure it was already dead because, what bird doesn't move when a car, or anything, approaches it? A dead one. Gross. My car has bird flu. I just hope some stray cat carries it off when I'm at the Cubs/Diamondbacks game tonight.
However, I do claim it to be retribution for the bird that hit me in the face at Epcot, the bird that almost crapped on me at Magic Kingdom, the bird that came within an inch of hitting me in the face again in Buffalo, and the Baltimore Oriole's continued existance. I hate mascots, but that one is the worst.
I had to go to Target and, when I came back, I saw there was something in my parking spot, and it looked like a bottle. I parked in my spot, ran over the "bottle" and heard it crunch, which I thought was the plactic of the bottle. I get out of the car, look at my tire, and there is a bird pinned underneath it. I ran over a bird and crushed its bones and now it is pinned under my front driver's side tire. I'm sure it was already dead because, what bird doesn't move when a car, or anything, approaches it? A dead one. Gross. My car has bird flu. I just hope some stray cat carries it off when I'm at the Cubs/Diamondbacks game tonight.
However, I do claim it to be retribution for the bird that hit me in the face at Epcot, the bird that almost crapped on me at Magic Kingdom, the bird that came within an inch of hitting me in the face again in Buffalo, and the Baltimore Oriole's continued existance. I hate mascots, but that one is the worst.