crapped on by a bird again (that's twelve)

Toronto, 2013.04.20

I pulled out the suede coat that my mother resurrected for me recently with some repairs, and lo and behold, there was a spatter of white birdshit that must have hit me when I was cycling this week, from the looks of things. The funny thing is that I'd thought I noticed a bird trying to crap on me, but didn't notice any stains on the coat at the time.

Oh well, that's twelve.

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    rand()m quote

    (In which I leave the final word to someone else.)

    Man is the only animal that can remain on friendly terms with the victims he intends to eat until he eats them.

    -Samuel Butler