Happy 4th of July! Exciting day for the Americans, not so exciting for the rest of the world. But since I am an American, I'd like to share with you my most told story at 4th of July barbecues (that I am dragged to, against my will).
I was walking down the street today, and I saw a bird in a tree. But not just any bird, the bird. The bird that killed my baby sister. I knew at once that seeing it today, of all days, was no coincidence. I'd just gotten my shotgun cleaned, and I had it strapped to my back. So I pulled it out of it's strappings, held it up so I could see through it's sights, aimed at the bird.... it was the perfect shot, I pulled the trigger....... shit, I didn't have any shells loaded. I reached into my pocket and started to pull out the two shells I always keep in case of emergencies, when the bird spotted me....... It zoomed towards me, a nose dive with it's beak of death. I thought for sure that I was in for it. That the words "fuck me" would the last words I'd ever think..... a car drove between us, the bird hit it's windshield and fell down dead. But not just any car, the car. The car that killed my dog Lucky.
Friday, July 4, 2008
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why god why...must there be blood shed on a day called the 4th.. Why must birds kill baby sisters and cars kill dogs called Lucky? It is bullshit I tell you
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