The only thing I can compare to is that time we fed those geese hallucinogens.
Those fowl quickly transformed into black and white lawn darts, exploding into catastrophic fluffy clouds of plumage.
The kamikaze honks they made forever pierced my soul that day.
I still shudder every time I pass by an outdoor wedding.
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
The only thing I can compare to is that time we fed those geese hallucinogens.
Those fowl quickly transformed into black and white lawn darts, exploding into catastrophic fluffy clouds of plumage.
The kamikaze honks they made forever pierced my soul that day.
I still shudder every time I pass by an outdoor wedding.
