Yes pigeons, this is a truce. But don’t get all spastic, looking like a feathered bobble-head doll. This truce has an expiration date. Today’s Friday pigeons and I won’t be in the city this weekend, so as long as you refrain from violating the terms of this armistice – Article 1, Section A. No pooping on me on my way to the bus stop – then we are golden.
But lest you think this will lead to some sort of treaty, know this pigeons, I still have an appointment to get FUCK YOU PIGEON tattooed across my knuckles.
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