So I made the classic mistake of parking under a tree in the spring in Austin, Tx...and I paid for it in grackle shit! Or, I guess, I got paid in grackle shit, because if I could find out some way to convert it into legal tender I could go gather quite a bit off my car right now.
Maybe there's a secondary economy, like unique World of Warcraft objects on Ebay or Linden Dollars, only for bird poop. I could quit my day job and just go around parking near campus under trees for a living. It would be just like 1994, come to think of it, and large parts of 1995.
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The turtles at UT are also victims of birdshit. Most of the poor things have shells covered in white crap. It doesn't come off easily either.
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