For the first time in my life, a bird shit on me yesterday while I was eating outside at Barbettes. I was sitting with Tony when suddenly I felt something hit my shoulder and I looked over in horror and saw that it was bird shit. I just imagined that it was running down my back and shirt. I began to slap at Tony's arm frantically and told him, "Tony, a bird just shit on me!"
Fortunately, I had been wearing a shirt with a very open neckline and even though it hit me on the shoulder, it only hit skin and not the shirt.
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My dear you and I have a very diffrent definition of lucky.
"Thank heaven the poop actually touched me!"
Ha, I know, it does sound a bit weird. But it's easier to clean up off of skin than from clothing.
If we could all only be THIS fortunate.
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