So... that is the sound that doves make... when they cry.(another shameless bird plug, brought to you by Les Saaaaaaavvy Ferd)
[and the oline runs screaming from the room, hands over the eyes the birds would otherwise undoubtedly beak out]thank you, pirate prince.
"beak out" is a phrase I will have to absorb into my everyday slang. situation 1:"Pirate, watcha up to?""Oh, y'know, beaking out."
y'know why i love the winter? because the birds go away. (however, in light of your very great inexplicable fondness for these worm-footed, feathered beasts, that statement does make me feel a little scroogy.)
i love ALL the aminals of the forest. be they beast or fowl.
i like eating fowl.
you would, carnivore. I respect the lives of... oh who am I kidding, the flesh of dead animals tastes great. mmmm... dead animals.
do you remember SoSlo? and evil man smells baby and stabs snow man? whatever happened there? it's been all quiet on the SoSlo, evil man front. but then, i guess you've been too busy eating bird flesh to be writing and recuiting for tourism boards. and i certainly applaud any and all eating of bird flesh.
that will only anger the less tasty winged beasts.I was fired from the tourism board on outlandish accounts of racketeering (among other equally outrageous claims). As far as EMSB&SS, well, you'll just have to wait like the rest of my adoring fans. New chapter title: Beak Out
outlandish allegations of racketeering, eh? they didn't discern that might be an issue in light of your piratical past?i'll try not to be offended by your lumping me in with the plebian public awaiting your book. i have croft connections. she'll crib a copy for a bosom friend. finally, when's we going to a western??? i want a movie with dusty men and guns.
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