I don't know who this is. It doesn't matter who this is. He is pretty cute, though.
People don’t get tired of searching the net for vagina stuff, and I have not yet gotten, nor anticipate getting, tired of writing about vagina stuff. Today’s search phrase free write, courtesy of two aspiring ornithologists, is: “bird vagina”.
The closest I’ve come to seeing two birds having sex is the male pigeon’s courtship dance. Beyond that, it’s easy to forget that birds are sexual. It’s kind of like when you see your mom and dad flirting. Or Santa and Mrs. Claus giving each other eskimo kisses. “Oh yeah,” you think to yourself. “They have urges, sexual and otherwise, just like the rest of us. Weird.”
Hey, remember how last year my dad bought my mom Predator on DVD? He accidentally did that again this year.
Other noteworthy Christmas gifts: our cat (my dad) bought the entire family a copy of Terminator: Salvation. My dad let me open it. When he handed the present to me I asked him why the tag (To: Family, From: Critter) was taped onto the back of the gift instead of the front. And my dad said, “It’s from the cat. He’s stupid.”
So, bird vagina. One of my favorite things about home is that outside of our big kitchen window, right in front of the sink, my mom hangs a bird feeder and suet from the tree. So it makes this perfect bird-watching spot! In the comforts of the kitchen! It’s really great. Sometimes I can see their vaginas.
Some people are probably sexually attracted to birds. I started to write more on this idea, but decided it wasn’t worthy of anyone’s time. One of the sentences may have posited: “Women like a nice beak.”
Anyway. I’m thankful for a lot this holiday season. I’m pretty ecstatic about where I am, who I am, and the people who are surrounding me. And I’m especially ecstatic about bird vagina.
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I need to thank Jesus. Thank you for the whole manger, miracles, crucifixion thing, but THANK YOU for having me born into a family where my mom receives Predator on DVD from my dad and thinks it’s the best gift ever. I thought she was being sarcastic when she unwrapped it and exclaimed “PREDATOR! THANK YOU!” but no. We then proceeded to watch it and I thought, “I could be enduring some horrible, forced gathering of people who don’t like each other, but instead I’m drinking wine with crazy people who I love and listening to Arnold Schwartenegger and bad pussy jokes.”
For the record, I think Arnold Schwartenegger is a terrifying human being ever since I watched Pumping Iron. Also, the pussy jokes really are terrible (yes, I imdb’d Predator and went into Memorable Quotes just to look for the pussy jokes):
Hawkins: Hey Billy. Billy! The other day, I went up to my girlfriend, I said, “Y’know I’d like a little pussy”. She said, “Me too, mine’s as big as a house!”
[Billy stares blankly]
Hawkins: See, she, she wanted a little one ’cause hers was…
[Hawkins pauses, then trails off]
Hawkins: … big as a house.
Hawkins: Billy. Billy! The other day, I was going down on my girlfriend, I said to her, “Jeez you got a big pussy. Jeez you got a big pussy.” She said, “Why did you say that twice?” I said, “I didn’t.”
[Billy stares blankly]
Hawkins: See, cuz of the echo.
Other highlights: receiving Abba’s greatest hits (something about that Swedish pop), and a scarf that my parents found abandoned on a railing in one of the Smithsonian museums and decided to give to me. Apparently my dad tried to take it for himself, but my mom petitioned that it be given to me with a gift tag that read “From: ?” As I tried it on she said, “Don’t worry, I washed it.”
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