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I’m going to throw a bunch of mercs into my yard and see if those goddamn crows become less angry and awful-sounding, and more fabulous and Kylie Minogue-sounding.
I’m sad I can’t run this experiment; my ibis couldn’t be any gayer.
“At that moment, the bird began to flutter. It tumbled down through the bleeding tree and landed at our feet with a thud. Its graceful neck jerked twice and then straightened out, and the bird was still. It lay on the earth like a broken vase of red flowers, and even death could not mar its beauty.”
Once again, a Comment of the Week from CC.
The Mercury makes my pants tighten, but it’s not like, a gay thing.