Seagulls are fine when they’re bobbing
up and down whilst floating on the sea
How come they poop while they’re flying?
And why does it all land on me?
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Hahaha. Wear a hat next time! 😋
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It all lands on me too. So that’s pretty freaky 🙂
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We’d better not meet up then. Could be disastrous!
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Because you are standing in their toilet. 😉
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Birds used to crap on my ex-husband all the time.
it was uncanny. It probably happened 20 -30 times that I was aware of (once in a London train station, in fact). Yet I’ve never been crapped upon by a bird (knock on wood).
Now, that’s a bit of a fond memory for me. But I’m sorry it keeps happening to you.
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Actually, it doesn’t. Just poetic licence! Glad to stir up a fond memory though.
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Awesome!…
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