I parked under my neighbor's tree last night and my car got strafed by birds. Really. There was like an effing Rorschach test on my front windshield this morning. So I of course threw on the washer/wipers, causing some turds to pebble off and collect at the hood and the rest to smear across the windshield. So now instead of Rorschach, I've got Jackson Pollack. Did I mention I just got the car washed two days ago?
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So did you get an interpretation of the Rorschach before you turned it into Pollack? What WERE those birds trying to say to you?
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