Aunty Acid by Ged Backland for May 29, 2014
May 28, 2014
May 30, 2014
Transcript:
Birds of a feather flock together...and then crap all over your freshly washed car.
Birds of a feather flock together...and then crap all over your freshly washed car.
they all sit in the tree above my car and have a crapping contest to see who can hit it more often. Birds sing for some folks but they just crap for me.