Birds

Go ahead and sit down.

I would like to thank the dozen or so birds that decided to poop on my car yesterday. Yes, on one of the coldest days in Kentucky, some birds that didn’t get the memo that they should fly south for the winter decided to take collective dumps onto my car and windshield.

Now, I’m driving around the city with a shit-covered car. My rear window is just packed with brownish-white bird-droppings. I'm sure the chicks (meaning women not baby chickens) will really dig my poopy-car.