Picture this:
Bright sunny day. You set out for a walk, humming whatever’s on your mind then, thinking over your life and how wonderful you feel at the moment. You almost break out into a jig, feeling like Gene Kelly from Singin’ in the Rain.
You look around, and take in the beauty of nature, when SPLAT!
Some slimy, gooey stuff falls on your head, shirt, arm, wherever.
You do a frantic mind freakout dance in your head, and let out a quiet shriek, possibly followed by a louder one.
You realize a bird shat on you.
Goodness knows how many times this has happened to you.
And you want to take revenge on those damn, pesky birds.
What do you do?
You play What a Stupid Pigeon.
On Facebook.
I should warn you, though.
It’s an extremely addictive game.
And you have friends who are as competitive as you are, then you are in for an awesome time.
Good luck.
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