“This is a song about what not to do when a bird shits on ya!” — Bruce Dickinson
Last weekend, a bird shit on me. It would have got me right on the head, except I happened to have my hands over my head at that exact moment. I felt something wet on my fingers. I looked and saw something gross! I ran inside to wash.
I ran into the cottage warning, “A bird shit on me, clear a path!”
My dad’s response?
“How do you know?”
Gee dad, I dunno, how about the bird shit on the fucking fingers?!