Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude
Where Great Intelligence Goes To Be Insulted

Tuesday, 21 November 2017

Car Jacked By A Big Black Chit Bird




I stopped down at the park to put some notes in my computer and make some phone calls
when this bird hauled me out of my truck, pounded my brains out
and ate my lunch.
Ya gotta be tough to live in Fort MacMurray...


Errr... maybe ya gotta be tough EVERYWHERE!
HAR HAR HAR!
Have a great hump day everyone!


1 comment:

  1. Up in Kodiak, it was the magpies. Those damned things would troll the mud at low tide for cockles. What they call cockles up there are clams, about the size of a baseball, and weigh almost a pound. The birds would then take the cockles to altitude and drop them on the road to break them open. Of course, the hood or windshield of your car would work, too. And they were protected, being seen as reincarnated ancestors by the Aleut. I felt like dancing in the streets every time I saw one of those damned birds flattened on the highway!

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