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there is a bird that sits in the tree outside my window chirping a two-hour mating call starting at 5:30am each morning.
I want the hideous beast slain.
I want it's beak adorning the dashboard of my car and it's feathers placed jauntily in a hat, as a warning, to other birds, NOT to start their sex-moans outside my window at such an ungodly hour.
my nightmare is the size of a golfball. I can only imagine what poor toe-sucking QT must be put through.
DEATH to BIRDS!!!
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