Pigeon street where wings wings beat.
After a raucous night of general drinking and the like I did a big sick outside my bedroom window. When I opened my curtains the next day with a trump and a stretch I saw a pigeon couple joyously and eagerly chomping away on the contents of my stomach (lining included) from the previous night.

Not quite the same sentiment as Mary Poppins I know, but I'm sure the pigeons didn't mind. They seemed pretty cool about the whole thing, and so was I, everyone's a winner I thought. What's a bit of inter-species vomit between species? So I trundled back to my bed, did another stretch and another trump and thought no more of it. I'd done my bit.

Then this happened. The very next day a pigeon did a little poo on my arm. So, in theory it could have been one of the very same pigeons that chomped on my sick, this means it could have quite possibly plopped out my own sick on me. Unlikely, but not impossible.I'm not entirely sure I can think of many worse ways to be vomited on unless you count that time with Les Dennis....oh wait that didn't happen. Hmm.
(fannyhaddock, Tue 12 Jan 2010, 16:15, Reply)