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Andy Chequer
Guest
I just do.
Feathery stinking bastards.
I've always despised their pointless whoo whooing and that **** wheezy noise they make when they
fly. And their pointy beaks. And their feet. And their complete disregard for British queing
etiquette.
I seem to have one in my (er, Rob's) bike shed. I don't know how it got in there. It must have been
in there all night. And it's taken a giant **** on my bike. And that_makes_me_maD.
Andy Chequer
Disclaimer: The author acknowledges (on reflection) that it's actually deeply eccentric parenting,
excessive consumption of alcohol and herbal remedies, several nasty head traumas and prolonged
exposure to bureaucratic incompetent academic types that makes me mad. The pigeons are an annoyance
in comparison.
Mad. Mad I tell you. Baahahahahahaaaaaaa!
Ahahaahahhahahahhaahahahhahhaaaaaa!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!
Feathery stinking bastards.
I've always despised their pointless whoo whooing and that **** wheezy noise they make when they
fly. And their pointy beaks. And their feet. And their complete disregard for British queing
etiquette.
I seem to have one in my (er, Rob's) bike shed. I don't know how it got in there. It must have been
in there all night. And it's taken a giant **** on my bike. And that_makes_me_maD.
Andy Chequer
Disclaimer: The author acknowledges (on reflection) that it's actually deeply eccentric parenting,
excessive consumption of alcohol and herbal remedies, several nasty head traumas and prolonged
exposure to bureaucratic incompetent academic types that makes me mad. The pigeons are an annoyance
in comparison.
Mad. Mad I tell you. Baahahahahahaaaaaaa!
Ahahaahahhahahahhaahahahhahhaaaaaa!!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!