I was driving home the other day when I noticed a flock of birds flying around like kamikaze pilots. They were making sudden jerky turns, swooping down forcing all the cars hit their brakes, until, inevitably, they guy in front of me killed one. Then the flock turned to meet me head on. The thought of some crazed birds splattering all over my windshield had me screaming and ducking my head even though I was in the safety of my car. It ended in a cloud of feathers. I don't know how many hit me as I swerved through the dark mass, but I heard several thumps.
The same thought kept running through my head; "Do Pamela Anderson-Lee's boobs sag now that she has removed the implants?"
Once I got that thought out of my head I focused on another, "What the hell were those damn birds thinking?!"
The scary thing is that I believe they were all just following a single lunatic bird leader who ended up getting a bunch of the good and innocent birdies killed. Their lives are over. No more eating bugs and pooping on peoples' heads because they made a poor decision and followed some whacked-out cuckoo bird on one too many flights.
The moral of the story, boys and girls, is that no matter what is happening, screaming, swerving, ducking, killing, guys are always thinking of some chick's tits.
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