My girlfriend bought and set up a bird feeder. You can see it from the kitchen window.
Saturday morning about this time (8 a.m.) I was standing at the kitchen counter making a sandwhich and notcied that 8 or 9 types of birds were running each other off to get the seed. Boy, did that last sentence sound queer.
Anyway, I saw all those bird spieces fighting over the same eats and thought to myself how greedy and foolish it was for them to act that way. I felt like sauntering out there and kicking the pole.
" Aren't you all birds? Work together!" When I said that aloud it struck me that Aliens are prolly thinking about doing the same thing to us at this very moment.
I popped a Xanax after that and went straight back to bed.
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