My brother sends me a picture of a bird perched on his front lawn. My friend Zahara says we are not normal.
Me: What kind of bird is that?
Bro: A hawk, I think. I watched it catch prey(a smaller bird) and devour it
Me: Liar. You dressed up a f**kin loon. Def not a hawk
Bro: HAHA! If you saw the wingspan you would know. A loon has a beak like a hawk fooclawt
Me: That ain't no hawk. It looks too dainty
Bro: Then it was an eagle! Don't you dare call an eagle dainty!
Me: If that's an eagle, I'm the bloodclawt queen of England. I saw a raven the other day. Now that's a bird. Dark and ominous like me
Bro: A raven is nearly as common as a seagull. So by extension you are common
Me: Scusi? I don't think so"Quoth the raven, `Nevermore". Edgar Allen Poe wrote a beautiful poem about a raven. Its a rare beauty, like me. I am anything but common
Bro: I liken a raven to bad omens. So I guess it is rare in that sense
Me: Misunderstood like me. Someone must be the bearer of bad news. If I were a bird, I would be a raven and I would peck the shit out of doves and blue jays.
Bro: Bahahahaha. Wow, you sure are rare...rarely decent
Me: Touché. Maybe I'll be a raven for Halloween
Bro: I would like to see that
Me: What if I just wear a black cape and some feathers, hover over people and tell them they are going to die?
Zahara has a point...but I wouldn't read a "normal" chicks blog...
ReplyDeletePoe reference was niiiiiice.