Crazy-ass bird
It's now 11:57 pm, as dark as the devil's soul outside, and there's an exuberantly cheerful bird outside my window. This song bird has a repertoire of at least thirteen variations of calls, and it loves showing off. I fully expect this to go on for at least another hour, since it did the same thing last night...and the night before. Fucking loony bird...
Why am I always surrounded by the crazies?
Why am I always surrounded by the crazies?
posted by Skim at Sunday, May 08, 2005
5 Comments:
Yeah, I hear you. Over the weekend some geese were getting it on in the wee hours of the morning...and they can get pretty loud...
gaa, you have it easy. theres some roosters near us who thinks dawn starts at some random point when its still dark (any time after midnight and before the sun has actually come up). It also apparently decides that it takes the sun several hours to rise. On top of that, theres the state sanctioned alarm clock service at like 3:30 AM (it consists of either a loud man singing, yelling, or chanting) from most of the 300 some minarets (of which there are plenty nearby). then theres the guys who have decided that 7 am is the perfect time to be selling spices, smen, milk, or vegetables (specifically potatoes and tomatoes), the dudes who work the night shift and gun the scooters through the extremely narrow and reverberating streetways. Its the shit.
Line 10 of your comment. Did you mean to write "semen"? That's weird.
There's nothing like fresh semen in the morning. Right, Jake?
ahh smen. theres nothing nastier than that congealed whitish fluid (aka nasty ass racid butter, at least i think thats what it is).
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