From now on, I’m going to call any day that a goose doesn’t shit on my head a ‘good day’.
Just sayin’.
For no particular reason.
And secondly, goose crap is far more adhesive than you might expect.
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k. Rawson 
I read that sailors though it was lucky when a bird shit on you.I have a hard time seeing the good fortune in any feces-related talisman,
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Maybe for sailors it was a relative thing. If you take ship going down vs. shit going down, shit is the better alternative.
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so funny 🙂
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They’re awfully pretty though…
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