BIRDS OF A FEATHER MAY FLOCK TOGETHER - BUT INDIVIDUAL ONES GET PICKED OFF WITH A BB GUN!
WEDNESDAY! HUMPDAY! HOORAY-DAY! This is it, it's halfway through the week and we all made it - barely! Look, we like Wednesday as much as the next person, particularly the humpday "aspect" of it, but since we don't have jobs we also like to spend a fair amount of it in bed sleeping. Actually, we like to spend a fair amount of it in bed doing things other than sleeping, like painting model airplanes, cleaning the rust off of some of our motorcycle parts and carving fairy-like figures from bars of Ivory soap (what were you thinking, you nasty minded people!).
Anyway, a leisurely day in bed was not in the cards this time. At around the ungodly hour of 11A.M. a flock of birds descended on the trailer park. Their incessant chirping and cawing drove us nearly mad, and we couldn't shut it out because the handle on our trailer's roof vent is broken and it can't be closed. There was only one solution - the Daisy Red Rider BB gun was called to action. Now most of you probably don't know that Stacy is a pretty damn good shot (she actually qualified for the "expert" marksman badge when she was in the Merchant Marines!).
Well, this morning her aim was just a bit shaky due to...well...ah....let's just say that the previous night involved copious quantities of Jagermeister and leave it at that. Still, she picked off the first three birds she fired at, but then there was the one on the street light. Her aim was a bit low and that mercury vapor high crime bulb exploded like an Iraqi car bomb. It was SPECTACULAR, and it sure scared off the rest of the birds! The only downside was that Kevin had to go to the City Council meeting later that evening and complain about lack of city maintenance keeping the street lights working. We bet those birds won't be back soon, the city said they'd get a crew right on street light maintenance and tomorrow is Thursday (Friday Eve) so we have allot to celebrate...
The WD-40 comes in handy for other things in bed too! You should'a seen that street light explode!
The damn birds should just learn to read our sign! Kevin took on the City Council - the street light will be fixed!
Anyway, a leisurely day in bed was not in the cards this time. At around the ungodly hour of 11A.M. a flock of birds descended on the trailer park. Their incessant chirping and cawing drove us nearly mad, and we couldn't shut it out because the handle on our trailer's roof vent is broken and it can't be closed. There was only one solution - the Daisy Red Rider BB gun was called to action. Now most of you probably don't know that Stacy is a pretty damn good shot (she actually qualified for the "expert" marksman badge when she was in the Merchant Marines!).
Well, this morning her aim was just a bit shaky due to...well...ah....let's just say that the previous night involved copious quantities of Jagermeister and leave it at that. Still, she picked off the first three birds she fired at, but then there was the one on the street light. Her aim was a bit low and that mercury vapor high crime bulb exploded like an Iraqi car bomb. It was SPECTACULAR, and it sure scared off the rest of the birds! The only downside was that Kevin had to go to the City Council meeting later that evening and complain about lack of city maintenance keeping the street lights working. We bet those birds won't be back soon, the city said they'd get a crew right on street light maintenance and tomorrow is Thursday (Friday Eve) so we have allot to celebrate...
The WD-40 comes in handy for other things in bed too! You should'a seen that street light explode!
The damn birds should just learn to read our sign! Kevin took on the City Council - the street light will be fixed!
Kevin, you better hope Stacy isn't so drunk one night that she starts shooting at another "bird" in the double wide. You could replace John Wayne Bobbit as the next nearly famous amputee. Keep smiling!
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