so is the lint trap the belly button of a clothes dryer?
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Technically, no, they would not poop on your car. However, as they decay, bits and pieces would fall off them and onto your car. Once their digestive system became compromised, anything they swallow would then fall out right onto your car. So you are then verifying that pigeons do indeed target automobiles with their poop at the behest of their zombie overlords. Oh the humanity ... pigeonity ... zombity ... oh the crap!!!
Dr Mr Aberzombie, If pigeons became zombies, would they still poop on my car? If the answer is no, could you please start turning them?
Dear Mr. Aberzombie, If a zombie pig wandered into a smoldering hickory grove for several hours, would the result be zombie bacon? If so, would it be edible by the living as well as the living dead, or would it be a delicious, one way ticket to zombiehood. Inquiring (and hungry) kender want to know. - Pugglebottom
I have a belly button.
<wanders into thread looks around and sees the floor, walls and ceiling covered in vomit> What the ... <the smell hits>
Why did I come here!?!? <stumbles out of the thread heaving and gagging while muttering something about it sometimes sucks having the curiosity of a kender>
It's ... it's almost a triple rainbow ... No, my bad. It's just a flight of black helicopters.
<wanders in>
<looks up from stuffing confused fiendish tribbles into his haversack> Who? What? Oh, I don't know ... will there be shiny things? <secures his haversack, now stuffed full of fiendish, squeaking tribbles ... he tilts his head to the hear the squeaks> Oh, right ... will there be food?
<looks at DLoT and all the "interesting" things he is holding> Hey, you got neat stuff too! <gets distracted by the movement of the herd of fiendish tribbles and scampers off after them> Come here little fuzzy chicken gnomes! Come here little gnome chicken fuzzies! Come here little chicken fuzzy gnomes! ...
<spots a herd of tribbles> More fuzzy things! <grabs DLoT and puts him into his haversack, leaving a small figure of an buxom elf riding a snail in his place> Come on little fuzzy, we gotta get those other fuzzies! <scampers off licking bbq sauce off his arm>
Oooo, a barbecue! <pulls a couple more ribs off the stick and puts them up on the grill> My that's a nice looking barbecue fork. <"borrows" barbecue fork and leaves a well worn copy of Quigglefoot's Guide to the Abyss: 667 Places of Interest and Shiny Stuff in its place as he flips the ribs with the new found shiny thing> And aren't you a cute little fuzzy! <skritches DLoT on the head>
<wanders in> Ooooo, neat looking stick! All hairy and stony-metal-like! And spare ribs! <"borrows" stick and leaves a slightly bent spork in it's place, walks off munching on a rib> |