Saturday, July 2, 2011

To The Bluejay Who Thinks He Has The Run of My Yard:


To Wit:  I'm not interested in killing two birds with one stone, I'm only interested in killing one-you. In fact, I don't care how many stones it takes, nor neighbors windows I shatter in the process. How many times must I clean my car? I'm tired of your gloating squawk, the sparrows are tired of your gloating squawk, and the cats are tired of your gloating squawk. Here's hoping a 4th of July rocket shoots horribly awry & destroys your bachelor nest, & you along with it. There's a reason you're alone, sirrah.

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