On the way to dinner last night we saw a HUGE cloud of birds. Like a swarm. Like a plague sized cloud of birds flying over the highway. And I thought it was awfully lucky that I didn't get hit with anything, um...juicy. Nevermind the fact that I am apparently marked as a great target for suicidal birds, I have vehicularly birdslaughtered more than my fair share.
The birds are not flying all in one direction, they seem to be on LSD or something and flying all crazy like and Landon said "When birds fly really really fast, all their feathers fall off and they're naked."
To which I said, "that seems kind of strange, do you lose your hair when you run really fast?"
And he said "Yes! When I run super duper fast!"
That kid is weird sometimes.
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Once I had to take my car to the dealership to perform a bird-ectomy. That's right. My car ate a bird.
After all these years, now I know where my hair went. Thanks Landon!
Oh my god... sometimes I think that Birds wait till I am coning to commit suicide. I am routinly killing them...
Hilarious kid!! Love the mental picture!
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