crapped on by a bird, again
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2012.07.28
This makes the eleventh time I've been crapped on by a bird.
twenty-seven years and one million words
This makes the eleventh time I've been crapped on by a bird.
My job has convinced me that life is a stale joke with no punch line.
—Scott Adams, Dilbert