Random Thoughts... I wanna hear 'em!

You need a poncho.

I would absolutely love a pair of Heelys me.

The trouble is is that if I wore them when I'm on my bike and I put my foot down to stop, I'd carry on going.

On today's episode of "Where Did the Birds Poop?", I couldn't find my medicine tray. I need my Geodon and my Lexapro, otherwise I get all sorts of manic and anxious. Well, it was on the ground, beside my computer, and little did I know, the "Sunday PM" slot had bird poop on it! Well I'll be a stick of butter!

Also, a little fun fact, if you want all your birds to stop screaming, play a video of a bird chirping or singing or whatever. They'll ALL stop.

EDIT: Because that's how birds recognize one another. It's not by their looks, or their feel, or their scent, but by their voice. They hear a bird they don't recognize, and they all try and study it. Is it an enemy bird that's coming to attack the flock? Is it a friendly bird who wants to be added to the flock? Is it just a random bird minding it's own business? They must know.

What if it's a bird saying, "Scream! Keep screaming! Scream louder! Scream all day!"?

Oblivion wrote:What if it's a bird saying, "Scream! Keep screaming! Scream louder! Scream all day!"?

They're probably screaming that, that or "poop on everything! Leave nothing untouched!"

Which leads me to my post...

On the weekend of edition of "Where Did The Birds Poop?" two birds, each with their own individual pile of poop, on the arm of the couch! Two birds, two poops, less than two minutes apart! It was sudden and it was devastating!

Due to rising level of obesity in the world, I'd be surprised if people could still get in phone boxes, let alone out of them again.

When I was young you could easily get 5 people in one and there'd still be room for more.

I think people should measure themselves on how easily they can get in and out of tight spaces.

Manners73 wrote:
I think people should measure themselves on how easily they can get in and out of tight spaces.

Interesting. I never actually measured. Generally, I'd guess maybe 200 times? 275 if I'm feeling generous. No sense rushing things along, right?

I used to be able to squeeze through railings but now I'd definitely get my tits stuck.

I got my balls stuck in a vegetable steamer once and had to go to work that way.

My lovebird asked if anyone would be interested in dating him. He's lovely bird, short, average weight, eccentric, handsome, about a year old, loves blueberries and seed, bathes occasionally, will scream from time to time, especially if there are other birds screaming.

Any takers, let me know so I can set up the date.