a good old fashioned bird poop story
on a regular sunday during my freshman year of college, i was walking home from church with my roomates, having the typical freshmany conversation i'm sure many of you have had.
until a bird pooped on my head.
and then as any freshman roomates would react, they pointed and laughed. i really don't blame them.
the point is, i had to walk the rest of the way to my apartment with bird poop on my head. it wasn't pleasant. i mean, it could've been worse, but seriously it wasn't fun.
and that's how i feel now, like i've had to get through this past week with bird poop on my head.
until a bird pooped on my head.
and then as any freshman roomates would react, they pointed and laughed. i really don't blame them.
the point is, i had to walk the rest of the way to my apartment with bird poop on my head. it wasn't pleasant. i mean, it could've been worse, but seriously it wasn't fun.
and that's how i feel now, like i've had to get through this past week with bird poop on my head.
