Pigeons
When I grow up, I want to be a pigeon. That way, when someone ticks me off, I'll just crap on them. Pigeons are so cool. They eat leaves. :)
My Pants Are Cream Soda
Rather than using vocal means of communication, I will deliver text to you via the computer's internet capabilities to describe to you in little or much detail the happenings of my life. If I fail to have any anecdotes of vague intertest in real life, I will use one created by the life I have on the aforementioned internet. 'Cause I'm cool like that.
2 Comments:
Urza, you don't have to be a pigeon to crap on someone.
And pigeons are overflowing with diseases. Sure you want to be one of the nasty little beasts?
Positive.
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