Dear Mr. Snarfin,
I’m house sitting my brother’s place all this week while he’s in Montreal. I accidentally killed his bird. I don’t know how to tell him. Should I wait until he gets back?
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8qxQ-N4k3hduWT_2btVg2RanifmLFHK92Mebqd4p-Vh1D_5gPmZaafzarJ-jvrqjuLRtF9BRCzDJUvXUbn-jwutDaHH1KJZyzsmw2uabDGdHLeN6jbyb5_CiKX5CVR_6pb6EdNFWxRMCr/s400/deadbird-703090.jpg)
Lucky for you, birds lack the personality of a dog, the healing power of a cat, and the novelty of a reptile or rodent. Purchase another, or capture one from the park. They all look the same.
---Snarfin
That bird looks horrific!
ReplyDeleteGreat picture, Snarfin! By the way, go fuck yourself.
ReplyDeleteYou're a dead man.
ReplyDeleteI had an uncle that looked just like you, Snarfin and he was just as mean.
ReplyDeleteYour advice is terrible. Capital T. That rhymes with a lower case t which stand for trouble.
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