When I visited NYC, the pigeons I met weren't afraid of ANYONE. I tried to scare one (dude, it's just what I do) and it didn't flap or ruffle or skitter off like pigeons here do, it just stood there and looked up at me with one bright eye as if to say: "The fuck YOU lookin' at, bitch?"
Then it flew up to the nearest light post and tried to shit on my head. God's honest truth.
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When I visited NYC, the pigeons I met weren't afraid of ANYONE. I tried to scare one (dude, it's just what I do) and it didn't flap or ruffle or skitter off like pigeons here do, it just stood there and looked up at me with one bright eye as if to say:
"The fuck YOU lookin' at, bitch?"
Then it flew up to the nearest light post and tried to shit on my head. God's honest truth.
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Ulcers, dude. I think you called it.
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