There’s these birds taken up residence outside my bedroom window and literally all they do, all day long and all night long, is MATE. Like, I get it. It’s spring. It’s a free country and it’s their prerogative and everything. But do they have to do it outside my damn bedroom window? Not like Isaac Hayes is singing a love song in here. Marvin Gaye isn’t cheering them on. It’s just me, trying to study and get a good night’s sleep.

But these birds just keep fuckin’.

Chirp, chirp motherfucker.

Comments 1

  • “Sing sparrow ’cause I wanna know
    You sweet, itty, bitty, pretty bird
    Sing before you go
    Sing to me, Marvin Gaye before you fly away
    Never stop singing sparrow till we hear your song”

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