Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Sexually Frustrated Peaches.

Things are odd under the BDP today. It's quiet. Too quiet.

It’s been bucketing down with rain non-stop for the last few days, so the whole area is in its usual waterlogged condition. Except for one small area which is strangely dry and clean.

The usual remnants of DNA Pigeons (mostly just grey smush, let’s face it) are gone, and I only saw one live Pigeon hanging about the ceiling.

Weirdly, the smell under the BDP gets worse with the rain, which seems to have no effect on the large splashes of Pigeon poo, even with streams running over them. These are the type of stream that your parents warned you never to drink from if you were stranded on a mountain.

A mountain in the middle of the city.

Well, you know what I mean.

And, actually, we have a mountain in the middle of our city. So there.

So, like I said, just the one Pigeon today.
However, there was another stack of pallets by the bridge and, more disturbingly, a flat-bed truck with a miniature crane on it.

Building seems to be moving on at a high rate of knots.

Also, Nettie got jizzed on by peaches. That is all.

1 Comments:

At 12:51 am, Blogger Camille Moriarty said...

The title of this post worried me a little due to the fact that one of my dearest friends is from the state of Georgia and therefore goes by "Peaches." I'm not saying I don't find her attractive (and definitely every y-chromosome for miles developes a crush on her at some point) but she's not really that type.

 

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