uh60rotorhead
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No sh*t, there I was... d*ck deep in grenade pins and all out of ammo...
I was washing my girls volvo on Sunday. There was not a cloud in the sky. When suddenly, I heard the sounds of precipitation. I heard the sound of approaching "ticks and splatters." I thought to myself... "How could this be? No clouds, yet I hear rain?"
Then as the "precipitation" envelopes me I notice that the marks left on the ground are purple... Now, this is not the superbowl halftime show, so there is no way this could be purple rain.
As I look up, I see about a thousand small birds... then... it hits me... I, along with the freshly cleaned volvo, get completely covered in bird sh*t. I run to find cover to no avail.
I then proceed the walk of shame to my girls house. When I walk in, she gasps at the amount of crap I have all over me... I hope this means that I'll have good luck for a while.
I was washing my girls volvo on Sunday. There was not a cloud in the sky. When suddenly, I heard the sounds of precipitation. I heard the sound of approaching "ticks and splatters." I thought to myself... "How could this be? No clouds, yet I hear rain?"
Then as the "precipitation" envelopes me I notice that the marks left on the ground are purple... Now, this is not the superbowl halftime show, so there is no way this could be purple rain.
As I look up, I see about a thousand small birds... then... it hits me... I, along with the freshly cleaned volvo, get completely covered in bird sh*t. I run to find cover to no avail.
I then proceed the walk of shame to my girls house. When I walk in, she gasps at the amount of crap I have all over me... I hope this means that I'll have good luck for a while.