Idk, call me picky but I wouldn't work for someone who made me pee in a cup. Unless that was my job, peeing in cups. I could see that being kind of a fun job.
It wasn't funny, but it was baffling. I tried talking sense to the bird, like "dude, look at all of those high spots where you could fly and be safe, but you decide to fly down to them? You're doing it wrong!"
Apparently, I do not speak bird.
I had a bird once. It didn't last three days before I had to give it back. I had two dogs, and every time one of them barked the god damned bird flew straight to the floor. They never hurt him, but he was too stressed by their presence and his days were numbered if he stayed.
Every time I see people ranting about gun control, I think of a story like this.
Also, kiddies, keep in mind that one of the scumbags who perpetrated this crime was a supplier to the victim, who probably thought that they were friendly. Don't trust anyone, your dick or your life could be on the...
Jesus, this tub of shit seems to be about 2 cheeseburgers and a pack of Newports away from a morgue drawer. I loved that his headphones stayed on perfectly through the crash.