| Comment | I'd been shat on maybe once in 26 years. Moved to Glasgow about 6 years ago and I can now guarantee that I'll get an absolute cream cheesing from some bastard seagull about once every two months.
I have a theory that they play chicken, taking it in turns to shit closer and closer to me without actually shitting on me. The seagull that eventually craps on me loses and then they start again. |
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