Tuesday, May 09, 2006
King of the douchebag birds.
If you don't like swearing you might want to go look at another blog...this one is about to contain the words: motherfucker,prickbastard,son-of-bitch armless flying rats, and I think asshole.
4:27 am it starts. It always starts at 4:27am in the spring. The King of the Douchebag birds starts his daily instructions to the rest of the douchebag birds. And it's always the same. Make noise and crap on Steve's fence. Motherfuckers. Every one of these prickbastard, son of a bitch armless flying rats starts making noise and sitting on my fences and craps out this white fecal matter....what the heck are these asshole birds eating that makes their poop white? Abba zabas? Yogurt? It makes me sick. And they wake me up. Every morning. Starting at 4:27 by the King of the Douchebag birds. Is he actually giving them different instructions? I don't think so.
1. Wake up Steve
2. Crap on his fence.
And watch these douchebag birds someday...they can't even walk, they kinda hop. Jerks.
If for some reason you notice tomorrow there are no more birds there is a good chance I killed them all.
And don't get me started on CornDog Monday.