I've had a horrible time lately, for some reason today I've got the giggles.
There has been a Mockingbird outside my window most of the late afternoon and early evening. Normally I would say oh how cute and then it would fly away.
The Damned Beast has now set up shop.
It is perched on one of the lower Eaves of the house that my bedroom window looks out onto. I've tried waving papers at it, I tried throwing a glass of water on it. It came back. It came back having learned even more songs just to annoy me with. I firmly believe this. I think it's going to start doing rap music any moment now.....
I have some extremely fragrant hairspray that I can't stand. Smells like the fruit salad they probably serve in hell. It's an old can and I don't care much about it... Probably should have already thrown it out.
I sprayed it on the bird. Immediately when I did it I got worried that his feathers would get glued together and he wouldn't be able to fly and that a cat would eat him and then someday down the road I would find that I was standing at the Pearly Gates and the Mockingbird was going to be God... And I would be asked if I ever caused a cat to have a stomach ache by forcing him to eat a hairspray soaked Mockingbird...Long story you had to be there
The little bastard is now down on the street washing in a puddle and giving me go to hell looks, I'm certain of it. I hope he has a headache from that cheap hairspray... And always gave me one
There has been a Mockingbird outside my window most of the late afternoon and early evening. Normally I would say oh how cute and then it would fly away.
The Damned Beast has now set up shop.
It is perched on one of the lower Eaves of the house that my bedroom window looks out onto. I've tried waving papers at it, I tried throwing a glass of water on it. It came back. It came back having learned even more songs just to annoy me with. I firmly believe this. I think it's going to start doing rap music any moment now.....
I have some extremely fragrant hairspray that I can't stand. Smells like the fruit salad they probably serve in hell. It's an old can and I don't care much about it... Probably should have already thrown it out.
I sprayed it on the bird. Immediately when I did it I got worried that his feathers would get glued together and he wouldn't be able to fly and that a cat would eat him and then someday down the road I would find that I was standing at the Pearly Gates and the Mockingbird was going to be God... And I would be asked if I ever caused a cat to have a stomach ache by forcing him to eat a hairspray soaked Mockingbird...Long story you had to be there
The little bastard is now down on the street washing in a puddle and giving me go to hell looks, I'm certain of it. I hope he has a headache from that cheap hairspray... And always gave me one
