I just looked down at my hand and saw that there was bird poop on my palm. I started kind of freaking out, thinking where the hell did I put my hand between taking a shower this morning and walking to work that I would have gotten crap on it.
I began to imagine that maybe I was blacking out and living some super secret squirrel life that I was completely unaware of. Maybe in an aviary, smuggling drugs and weapons that are held under seagull nests. Maybe just plucking feathers for my super happy fun fun bird suit; the one with the red piping and the Ralph Lauren designed shoulder brocades.
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