I jetsetted to Charlotte this past Friday (I’m a jetsetter) just to hang out with a friend and to go to a beer tasting festival. North Carolina is one of the oldest craft beer making locals in the US apparently. I went with my friend and a neighbor of his who was a bit beer connoisseur. While driving there, the connoisseur, who was sitting in the backseat with the window open, gets shit on by a bird. It was kind of funny actually. The window was open, but his arm was inside the car, and I thought, “what a shot!” I mean, can’t you just see the bird, saying to his other bird friends, “watch this?”
Makes me wish I was a bird. And there’s nothing that can be done about it. A bird can get shot by any Dick Cheney, can even get eaten by a bigger bird, or a cat, if he’s not careful, but no one can do anything about it when he hits someone through an open car window. He just flies away, laughing.