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There was a little pigeon on the roof of my car after work today. He looked kind of scraggly; he was kind of a runt. I walked right up to the car and he didnt move, so I thought he might be hurt. I said hi to him (I tend to talk to animals), and he just sat there. Not a moment laterand I swear to god on thishe gets this little birdy look of concentration on his little birdy face. I see his body tense. He poops on my roof. He flies off.

That little motherfucker!

So we get to go to McDonald Douglas plant here in town for a trouble ticket tomorrow. That should be fun. We have to call ahead and get clearance and all that jazz, since its a government-level security facility. Dont want to be raped by security, and all that. Well see how it all turns out.