Wow. I've never thought I've experienced (almost) being bomb shelled by a bird turd (or bird dropping or bird shit if you want it vulgar). An hour and half ago, while briskly walking, I just heard that familiar "plok" sound and noticed the whitish poo half a feet away from my shoe. Hey, that rhymed.
Thank God, if I had slowed down for a mere second or two, my hair would have gone "gee your hair smells poo-rrefic".
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- ▼ 2006 (66)