Polly!

Woman, you crack me up... don't be mad at me for posting this!

A story... as told by my favoritest southerner, Polly.

"Ohhhhh i got attacked by a bird and hurt my knee. i think i just jammed it or something. short version...bird in the stock room, tried to get bird out, store manager hit bird with pole, Polly* tries to trap bird on box, bird gives war whoop and dive bombs Polly*, Polly* jumps off the bay (approx. 4 feet in the air) and lands solely on left leg, pain, bird gets hit again, tote is thrown on bird, bird's neck is broken, bye bye birdie.

and now it's sorta better except when i step just right and then i'm reminded of the pain of trying to save a bird's life.

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i should add that the bird had crazy feathers over it's eyes that made it look like a slightly psycho version of groucho marx(sp)

like it had big crazy eyebrows or something."

This is the same woman that introduced me to boiled peanuts, a food that one cannot possibly get in the northern states. I love her and so should you.

That is all. Carry on.