Hi Smartpatrol here. I love this site and all the people on it your comments and stories are great so I want to share this experience of mine. I stress that this story is true.
Quite a few years ago in my early 20s I shared a house with a mate of mine and his girlfriend.They split up and went their seperate ways and I was left in charge of the house and my mates pidgeons. I decided to clean their cage and in doing so I caught conjunctivitis from them. I had only just started a new job and had to have a week of work so I was very pissed of and from that moment I knew I had to get revenge on these filthy fucking pidgeons.
When I got better I cleaned their cage again wearing protective goggles. The cage was spotless the water bowls gleaming and filled with fresh water I added the final touch. A small bottle of insecticide I found in the shed so old the label was written in cursive writing I placed a small amount in each water dish. To my utter surprise death was almost instant. A quick drink a couple of garbled noises and they hit the floor stone fucking dead.
I called a friend of mine over to witness the genocide. We stood in front of the cage and had a few cones while watching them die. I prepared to remove the corpses and put on protective clothing, a large grey dust coat, rubber gloves and a balaclava. As I was removing the dead my mate looked at me puzzled and said "what the fuck have you got on your head?"
I said "Its a balaclava but Ive never seen one like it befor" It seemed to have extra large holes in the top bottom and Face bit plus 2 smaller holes halfway down the front. I took it and showed it to him he immediately began to piss himself laughing.
It was a fucking dogs coat.
I put it back on and we started throwing the pidgeon eggs at the fence and laughing when the little pheotus in the eggs stuck to the fence palings.I like to tell this story to people and it always gets a good laugh I hope you enjoy reading it. Your comments are appreciated and I hope to hear your offbeat experiences. Soon I will post another story titled ONE STONE look out for it.
You hsould see a psychaitrist.