I never liked Tweety, anyways….
Wednesday, June 21st, 2006Birds, specifically pigeons, should die.
There, I said it. They’re animals owned and operated by the devil himself. Even the animal lover and vegetarian in me cannot harbor any praise for these damned creatures.
Why do I feel so strongly against the livelihood of these flapping animals? Let’s put it this way… I spend approximately 4 hours working on my car to make it look like this. Hours later, some pigeon has deposited its waste on my hood. Do they have sensory equipment embedded in their genes? Why not *hit on the ugly Pontiac that my neighbor drives? It’s red in color too… why my clean, waxed, and buffed car?
This happens every time I wash my car. Worse, however, is the atomic bomb that one bird dropped on the family van. Not only must that have taken an impeccable amount of precision and timing, but it was widespread-enough attack that seeped inside the window carriage.
I need to setup a bird feeder outside the house, and feed them some grains soaking in Raid.
