The other day, I was sitting with friends outside of an ice-cream shop and I felt something hit my head. I reached up, and it was brown, and I thought it was ice-cream my friend flicked on me. I tasted it.
It was bird shit.
God owes me.
The other day, I was sitting with friends outside of an ice-cream shop and I felt something hit my head. I reached up, and it was brown, and I thought it was ice-cream my friend flicked on me. I tasted it.
It was bird shit.
God owes me.
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