One pissed-off bird
ALright, here's a quick question:
What do you get when you take one (1) violent-natured bird, give him one (1) nasty sinus infection and have several (aprox. 5) potheads/drunkards break into both of his cars, defile one of them to the point that it probably won't sell for more than $200 and simply violate the other (my GTO, my baby)?
Hmm...
Let's think here...
Sinus infections have a way of amplifying my generally intolerant nature. They're not enough to really bring me down, but they're just enough to provide a permanent state of discomfort that a)Doesn't allow me to acquire an entire night's sleep in one sitting, b)Generally causes me to become a complete crankass and c)Destroys the inwardly calming effects of industrial electronica.
So, we've got one violated bird with two messed-up cars, three reasons to become murderously violent and four brand-new Goodyear ZR racing-type tires.
The idea is that since most of the neighborhood has large, angry dogs inhabiting their yards, these geniuses won't leave the main roads.
Therefore, a massive piece of Detroit Iron with a 5.5-liter motor, brand-new tires and a very angry, very skilled driver makes the perfect, even ironic weapon.
(You see, the GTO got broken into. Irony is a cruel weapon.)
What do you get when you take one (1) violent-natured bird, give him one (1) nasty sinus infection and have several (aprox. 5) potheads/drunkards break into both of his cars, defile one of them to the point that it probably won't sell for more than $200 and simply violate the other (my GTO, my baby)?
Hmm...
Let's think here...
Sinus infections have a way of amplifying my generally intolerant nature. They're not enough to really bring me down, but they're just enough to provide a permanent state of discomfort that a)Doesn't allow me to acquire an entire night's sleep in one sitting, b)Generally causes me to become a complete crankass and c)Destroys the inwardly calming effects of industrial electronica.
So, we've got one violated bird with two messed-up cars, three reasons to become murderously violent and four brand-new Goodyear ZR racing-type tires.
The idea is that since most of the neighborhood has large, angry dogs inhabiting their yards, these geniuses won't leave the main roads.
Therefore, a massive piece of Detroit Iron with a 5.5-liter motor, brand-new tires and a very angry, very skilled driver makes the perfect, even ironic weapon.
(You see, the GTO got broken into. Irony is a cruel weapon.)