Monday, December 31, 2007

On the Seventh Day...



Enjoy your New Year's Eve!
Remember to be safe - it's amateur night



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December 31, 1972

John: What's with you and these freaking birds? Seven swimming swans? What kind of damn joke is this? There's bird poop all over the house and the noise never stops. I can't sleep at night and I'm a nervous wreck. It's not funny. Stop with the friggin birds.


Sincerely, Agnes

16 comments:

Crashdummie said...

Have a wicked 2008 Bruce.

Bruce, a work in progress said...

Hey Crash. You too! I don't know this for sure but the Universe has been whispering - very quietly - in my ear that '08 has the potential to be a good one. Here's hopin'. Of course you'll be in 2008 me. Kinda like time travel. YOu can send me a message back in 2007 and let me know how '08 is...so far.
Be well!

Malach the Merciless said...

Trade in the gold rings for a bird assassin

Bruce, a work in progress said...

Bird. James Bird. With a license to kill.

Bruce, a work in progress said...

Bird. James Bird. With a license to kill.

Hungry Mother said...

Kayakers know that swans are the worst things to tangle with when they get territorial, so 7 of these beautiful terrors could have a paddler Eskimo rolling like crazy.

Preposterous Ponderings said...

Have a very happy 2008 Brucie!

Kitty said...

Happy New Year to you and yours Bruce. x

Malicious Intent said...

Bruce,
I know I wanted the geese, as I said...I owe a neighbor a few favors...however...you did not clip their wings and they took off. From what I understand swans are not so good in the flying department and poop more. Could I please have, or at least borrow the swans for about 24 hours?

Having a pit fire tonight in the cold, should be fun. Need the light anyway to see our neighbor chasing...errr I mean playing with swans. Will have hot chocolate and camcorders for all!

Mike said...

One double barrel 12 gauge shotgun loaded up with .00 buckshot should cure the problem.

Bruce, a work in progress said...

HM, yikes. I thought flatwater paddling in Florida with a real up close view of gators was bad.

Prepon, a very happy New Year to you too dear.

Thank you Kitty. Happy New Year to you too.

MI, feel free to help yourself to all the birds that you like. And there will be no need to return any of them. A fire pit? Hmmm. Roasted fowl.

Mike, well, I do have my cowboy guns. I got my girls a Red Ryder BB gun for Christmas. I doubt it would slove the problem but it might be fun stirring them up.

Tequila Mockingbird said...

it's probably fucking chickens.


have a safe night too. i'm gonna pop some xtc, booze it up and get cranked down to a nub.

Buzzardbilly said...

We had to stop taking our German Shepherds to one of their favorite running places because geese moved in and the dogs just feasted on goosepoop instead of exercising. Then they wanted to kiss us.

Happy New Year!

Bruce, a work in progress said...

TM, you need to do a little chicken chokin'. Have a SAFE night girl.

Buzz, ewww. Kissing a German Shepherd with goosepoop breath. There's an image. Goosepoop breath. Wasn't that a Jethro Tull song? Have a great New Year!

Buzzardbilly said...

Bruce, indeed! Didn't it begin "In the shuffling madness of the doggy goosepoop breath.."

Bruce, a work in progress said...

Buzz, I thought that sounded familiar.