exactly fifty minutes ago, the pigeon who roosts in my blue plastic flowerpot outside my window, decided it would be a good idea to fly into my bedroom. at this very moment he or she is perched at the top of on my cheap aluminum blinds.[not my choice. they came with the apt.]
the following are the events that took place:
imagine for a minute a tube of toothpaste two thirds full. karate-chop that motherfucker and take note at the squishy sound effects.
THIS, my friends, is exactly what i heard when the pigeon lifted its tail feathers and SHIT on my bedroom floor.
THEN he or she flew from it's cozy perched position to the floor opposite the window [right side of my bed]. as i was encountering such an event, coco and i thought it brilliant to sneak up behind him with a towel [a dirty one, mind you] and try to capture him in hopes of tossing him back into his blue plastic home.
mission = unsuccessful.
he then flew back to the cozy perch and on to my bed. yes.. my WHITE down comforter.... the bastard! after flying straight for my head,[and my ninja swift ducking skills] i dodged the motherfucker as he flew three circles above my head then flew back to the shitty blinds. so here i sit, lacking a resolution. dummmmdedummmm..
::i regret to inform you that there is no ending to this story as of now. so if you care to, tune in for part two::
