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Fowl Play Feeling: Anyone else think computer voices are incredibly creepy? This e-mail being read on cel-phones thing will never fly. There are some pigeons on my windowsill cooing like there's no tomorrow. I mean, there's cute cooing, and then there's determined orgasmic cooing which makes me wonder... I've shared my theory with my friends. I think my windowsill hosts a pigeon brothel. What we imagine is harmless family chit-chat about the nestlings and how the wind's flying could secretly be illicit birdy sex. It's so intense, it wakes me up in the mornings. Those wild things never stop. My cough went on vacation, but left sneezes to Katie-sit. Comments? 0 so far... | Procrastination finally grows some teeth - 2010-11-29 Necessity: the Mother of Invention - 2010-11-29 Enforced Work Ethic - 2010-11-28 A Week of Perfect Nothings - 2010-11-28 4 more days - 2010-11-27 Alms for the Poor? |