peace dove
Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 5:37 pm
Once upon a time my mother asked me to hold an antique oil lamp in my lap while she drove. It was a precious family heirloom and she didn't want it to fall over a break. It would make her cry she said.
I was doing a good job until she almost t-boned another car. I got scared and developed super human strength in my hands. I shattered the oil lamp. I think the next part of the story is where she screamed at me and probably slapped me or something.
In conclusion, I think that's what happened here. These kids were shitpanting and as a result, squeezed the bird to where it didn't want to fly anymore.
The end.
