| Loving Husband, the Tax Deductions and I were in Brooklyn this weekend, visiting my FIL. Tax Deduction the Elder went to his first-ever baseball game (go Yankees!) and Tax Deduction the Younger went to the Central Park Zoo. Yay, real life! And then, Loving Husband told me about the surreal. He was loading up the car this evening, about 10 minutes before we said our fare thee wells...and a wall of birds swarmed him. Really. Here's the thing: we walked out and saw a cat hauling ass toward him, then veer off to the yard and squeeze under the porch. A second later, about 40 sparrows rocket toward the cat and break away at the last second, apparently realizing they can't follow the cat. They all sat on the yard's fence, bird-chirping angrily. Loving Husband stared at them for a moment, then decided that he still had to pack the car, so he left the birds to jabber in avian while he put our bags and stuff into the Honda. So the question remains: what were the 40 sparrows really talking about? (A) How well their audition went for THE BIRDS 2: SON OF SPARROWS (B) How it was time for them to rise up in an avian revolution and take over the world (C) How the birdy steroids were worth all the money (D) Something else: ___________ What do you think? |
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They were talking trash to the cat.
"Yo-yo, Fuzznuts, I gots me a razor for your hairy ass."
"Yeah, you keep on running! We see you again and you gettin' a forty-beak enima."
"Just wait until tonight, kitty-cat. When they put you outside we're treating you like our favorite statue."
Birds can be really trashy.
Hah!!! I bet they were.
"Why the hell did you guys break off the attack? We coulda taken that human AND the cat. How are we gonna get Tweety to front us some rock if we can't pull off a simple little hit on a cat? At least we could roll the human for cash! C'mon! He's standing right there! C'mon!"
Hey now -- you're having the boids attack my man? Them's fighting woids, JF. Put 'em up!
p***y.
okay, maybe that was too obvious.
**dies**