So a couple times a week I try to get a work out by jumping rope and hitting a heavy bag we have in our compound. Tonight I was going to do so, when a bird came in and starting pooping on the floor and causing a ruckus. He wouldn't leave! I yelled at it, I swatted at it, I even kicked at it, and the thing wouldn't get out. I didn't feel good about killing a bird so I could get a work out in, so I left. Bird 1, Ryan 0.
Dirty Bird.
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Certainly in the land of Iraq there is a gun handy to convey such a distasteful beast into the next world. I cannot imagine that the measure of his creation involves the desecration of a site so blessed by your presence...
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