Thursday, March 13, 2014

Explaining the Title of this Blog

(dedicated to hannah walters)
(of course)

a bird pooped on me. too juvenile. a bird shitted on me. sounds like a seventh grader just learned a new word. a bird shat on me. there we go. nice and professional verbage change. 

evidently dinosaurs were basically the lovechild of a chicken and an crocodile. (don't overthink this for your own sake, please). so when a bird shits on you, it's like god is telling you that you are no different than a mouse being shat on by a t-rex. (speaking of which, a nebraska man once changed his name to tyrannosaurus rex because it was 'cooler' than his given name. i like to think his given name was something like frank. that would explain a lot) you are insignificant, but lucky enough to be lucky enough to be in the spot exactly where bird waste happens to fall. kinda amazing physics, man. 

they say that if water in a cave drops on you, it's kissing you. if a bird shits on you, it's good luck.

may you be shat on by all of the birds. 
  

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