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Nuttkase

not nolettuce
Jun 5, 2002
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at the welfare mall
That bird just shut up, that's so fucking weird. Like he starts within 5 minutes of 3am in either direction, and goes until 3:30am with the same 5 minute either direction. That whole natures clock thing, that fool just probably wakes up out of nowhere like "well time to do this shit for a little while" and then is like "alright that was enough, back to sleep."
 

Defy

Cannabis Connoisseur
Jan 23, 2006
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Rich City
That bird just shut up, that's so fucking weird. Like he starts within 5 minutes of 3am in either direction, and goes until 3:30am with the same 5 minute either direction. That whole natures clock thing, that fool just probably wakes up out of nowhere like "well time to do this shit for a little while" and then is like "alright that was enough, back to sleep."
well the bird did it, why cant you shut the fuck up already?
 

BUTCHER 206

FREE BUTCHER206
Aug 22, 2003
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Seattle, WA
That bird just shut up, that's so fucking weird. Like he starts within 5 minutes of 3am in either direction, and goes until 3:30am with the same 5 minute either direction. That whole natures clock thing, that fool just probably wakes up out of nowhere like "well time to do this shit for a little while" and then is like "alright that was enough, back to sleep."
It was a warm summers night, precisely two years ago when Brutus Thompson's bird wife Cherell disapeered at 3am. He does not have the strength to leave the nest most days, as his bird body is wracked with crippling despair and anguish. He just sits there all day, wondering when she will return. And at 3 a.m. every night, without fail, he musters all of the strength left in his tiny bird body, stands up in the nest, and screams out in pain, "CHERELLLLLL! CHERELLLLLLLLLLLL! CHEREEEELLLLLL!", before finally collapsing back into his nest bed at 3:28 a.m., tears streaming down his bird beak, crushed with heartache and loneliness at the realization that once again she has not heard his cries, and he will have to spend another night cold, alone, in his empty nest.