Saturday, October 21, 2006

Um, ew.

Today a bird shat on us.

Yes, shat. As in le poop on le head. And, yes, I mean "us." As in me AND my parents, who are visiting me here in NY.

According to a friend, he "can't imagine how...unless [we] were in huddle formation or something."

Yeah...talk about a talented bird.

3 comments:

Tab Connoisseur said...

Awwww. At least it wasn't just you...then you'd be left cursing the vagaries of fate that selected you, out of all the millions of surely more-deserving others, for the honor.

Bonus points for proper use of the word "shat." :)

DarthImmortal said...

They usually target my freshly clean car. Actually, I think the owners of the car wash hire the birds to shat on my car. It's a damn conspiracy!!

NaughtyVoyeur said...

Well, that's just shatty :) That happened to a friend of mine once, on a bridge we had to cross every morning. So we would bring old bread.. toss it and book across while the birds were distracted :)