Don’t kill me Birdie!

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There’s a devil bird living outside my window. The fucker doesn’t know day from night. He waits until the sun goes down and then starts tweeting like it’s daybreak. Last night I dreamt that I was sitting on my patio, having my morning coffee, indulging in my morning constitutional and this bird landed on my shoulder. I tried to shoo him away but the little demon had his claws in me good. When I lifted my arm to wail away at him he flew around and attacked the brachial artery under my arm and tried to kill me. What does it mean when you dream about murdering birds? Anyway, I’m offically terrified. I don’t think I’ll be going out on my patio for a long while.

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