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[phosfate]

Also, the bird noises made by my alarm clock apparently sound like some sort of deathmatch challenge if you're a cardinal*.

ALARM: Tweet tweet tweet tweet!
CARDINAL (in bush next to the window): Say what?
ALARM: Tweet tweet tweet tweet!
CARDINAL: What? You did NOT say that! If you say that again...
ALARM: Tweet tweet tweet tweet!
CARDINAL: I WILL KILL YOU, MOTHERFUCKER!
ALARM: Tweet tweet tweet tweet!
CARDINAL: Goddammit, where's my piece? Where's--DAMMIT I HAVE NO HANDS!
ALARM: Tweet tweet tweet tweet!
CARDINAL: Fine. You win this round.

I like nature.



_{*The bird kind. Not the pointy hat kind.}

Comments

[coreopsis.livejournal.com]

*The bird kind. Not the pointy hat kind.
hee. But that exchange is even funnier if there's an elderly priest with a big pointy hat lurking in the bush outside your window.

And more disturbing, yes. heh.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Back in the 50s, Mom and Dad's neighborhood was plagued by a peeping Tom. Mom saw him one night, and dad fired at him with a shotgun. He missed, which was fortunate because of that whole going-to-jail thing. And also because the peeper turned out to be the neighborhood priest.

[coreopsis.livejournal.com]

Whoa, what are the odds... no, wait, I'm not sure I want to know.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

I hardly remember the man, but from the family stories that have been passed down, the idea of him with a gun gives me the willies. He must've been like the woman in Monty Python with the flame thrower. "You see it really could use some kind of safety catch--oh, SORRY!"