Not at work, but during 10th grade we had a squirrel apparently living in the plenum space above the English department. He even got a sketch of himself in the yearbook.
Speaking of birdcrap, when I was walking home from the bus stop when I was in 7th grade, it was fortunate I was walking on one side, because a flock did what I can only describe as "carpet bombing." They all released their s**t at once on the opposite side of the road. I can only imagine if I had gotten a video of it, making a narragtion of "Pilot to bombadier, open bomb bay doors, prepare to strike target on the count of 10..."
Speaking of birdcrap, when I was walking home from the bus stop when I was in 7th grade, it was fortunate I was walking on one side, because a flock did what I can only describe as "carpet bombing." They all released their s**t at once on the opposite side of the road. I can only imagine if I had gotten a video of it, making a narragtion of "Pilot to bombadier, open bomb bay doors, prepare to strike target on the count of 10..."
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