tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792790978219902008.post3552752793605319927..comments2023-06-19T20:13:30.087+10:00Comments on indisputable topcat: Poor Monkey ..... Dad Has Cancer, Now the Birds Hate Him.Topcathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07281866717498277448noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792790978219902008.post-48982242856901727072008-08-14T10:55:00.000+10:002008-08-14T10:55:00.000+10:00LOL, poor Monkey! He's not alone, I have been shi...LOL, poor Monkey! He's not alone, I have been shit on by birds not once but twice in my life. First time I blamed my brother, sure that he had thrown the nastiness on my leg. Those seagulls had nothing to do with it! He had a job of convincing me. Hopefully this is a sign of luck to come for Monkey (and all the rest of you).<BR/><BR/>xx<BR/><BR/>(Sorry I am so frightfully behind on your blog. Love the redesign, tho! Looks great!)Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11613907883139565991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792790978219902008.post-41813371734799969282008-08-12T13:48:00.000+10:002008-08-12T13:48:00.000+10:00Ok, first time reading your blog and Dr Pepper jus...Ok, first time reading your blog and Dr Pepper just shot out of my nose so I will be back. That was a good one. Poor little monkey though....roflmaoMariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15397000420692626687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792790978219902008.post-10723178593866284542008-08-09T07:11:00.000+10:002008-08-09T07:11:00.000+10:00I was shat on once while walking to the grocery st...I was shat on once while walking to the grocery store. The only problem was that I DIDN'T KNOW IT until I got home. Not one person said a thing. I can only imagine what they thought about this huge bird shit right on top of my head. (I did remember feeling something but thought it was a stick or something from a tree...thank gawd I didn't put my hand up there!)ohnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16277383260350739966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792790978219902008.post-74737988504252511412008-08-08T11:06:00.000+10:002008-08-08T11:06:00.000+10:00I have heard that it brings good luck- so maybe it...I have heard that it brings good luck- so maybe it was a sign from ahem *above* that everything will be ok!Gemini Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10814946729788376692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792790978219902008.post-53016404019646633392008-08-08T10:51:00.000+10:002008-08-08T10:51:00.000+10:00I feel bad laughing at poor little monkey's proble...I feel bad laughing at poor little monkey's problems, but so damn funny! And anything that brings a smile to Mr TC's face has to be good.<BR/><BR/>Hope everything went ok with the school mums, they can be so intimidating as a group.Evil Stepmonsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00698559558607074249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792790978219902008.post-63927952840232260312008-08-08T09:40:00.000+10:002008-08-08T09:40:00.000+10:00Poor little Monkey. The nerve of that stupid bird!...Poor little Monkey. The nerve of that stupid bird! But, I do have to admit to just a tiny bit of a laugh when I read your description. :-)Staciehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01471803757485977959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792790978219902008.post-63493167857750901572008-08-08T04:37:00.000+10:002008-08-08T04:37:00.000+10:00Topcat, you tell a fucking great story! I'm laughi...Topcat, you tell a fucking great story! I'm laughing so hard, not only at the birdshit, but at the woman in the store recoiling in horror. So funny! <BR/><BR/>In the spirit of stories of baby public shit incidents: I was holding one of my nephews while my sister and I were having lunch, and I heard him poop and felt the vibrations, but we figured we'd just finish eating. (He was still on the boob at that point so the smell was pretty non-existent.) So we keep eating and eventually we finish and I pass him over to his mom, only to find that it had gone all up his back and leaked everywhere. I was wearing a dress over jeans, and it soaked right through but I never noticed a thing until I passed him over and found a bunch of poo on my hand. Real classy, me and my sister. I had to slink to the bathroom and deal with it as well as I could, and she had to find a different bathroom where she could change him, which took a ridiculously long time. <BR/><BR/>We didn't have dessert after that, either.annacyclopediahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10461037288546901657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792790978219902008.post-1367071206628292502008-08-08T04:25:00.000+10:002008-08-08T04:25:00.000+10:00heh. That's pretty funny. Jeez. Crazy though. Mayb...heh. That's pretty funny. Jeez. Crazy though. Maybe the bird knew he needed to have a giant poo and swooped down with a sympathy poo?<BR/><BR/>btw - i always take a picture first too.nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04479202205264710056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792790978219902008.post-16494860858826482182008-08-08T01:25:00.000+10:002008-08-08T01:25:00.000+10:00Hi TC, Blogger just ate my earlier comment...but I...Hi TC, <BR/><BR/>Blogger just ate my earlier comment...but I laughed when I read this because just the other day in one of those hammock sits -- I felt what I thought was rain -- and WASN'T -- on my knee, which sent G into fits of laughter because he's never, in all his hammock sitting, been shat upon...and then moments later -- as I returned to my book -- ON MY FACE.<BR/><BR/><BR/>So Monkey and I have two things in common: the fact that we know his mom rocks -- and this.<BR/><BR/>XO<BR/><BR/>PamWordgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06580973104447557466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792790978219902008.post-49577104696326737742008-08-08T00:30:00.000+10:002008-08-08T00:30:00.000+10:00I am so sorry that happened to Monkey... but OMG I...I am so sorry that happened to Monkey... but OMG I was hysterically laughing. And then the Poo Cloud. bahahahaG$https://www.blogger.com/profile/05010373805685335151noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792790978219902008.post-56972173796100174942008-08-07T23:28:00.000+10:002008-08-07T23:28:00.000+10:00Gack. It's like sick performance art about extrem...Gack. It's like sick performance art about extreme opposites ... compelling (soft, sweet baby cheek) and repelling (bird shit).<BR/><BR/>It *is* supposed to be good luck. There is a scene in Under The Tuscan Sun (the movie was very different from the book) where the heroine wins a bidding war for her new house because a bird craps on her head in front of the superstitious old lady who owns the place.<BR/><BR/>I grew up around a lot of Italians, some of them my relatives. I have to say leave it to them to make a superstition that requires you to go through *that* for a little luck. With good luck like that, who needs bad luck?<BR/><BR/>I love that it made Mr. TC laugh. :)<BR/><BR/>xxoo<BR/><BR/>D.<BR/><BR/>PS I also LOVE stationary stores. Yet I hardly ever write anything but e-cards and e-mails any more. What's up with that?Palehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16831665114462726477noreply@blogger.com