This is the mirror of my truck (under the veil of bird crap). I am not anti-Robin. I do not hate birds. I do not know what I did to deserve this fate. Everyday, more Robin crap. I wash it, I move it, I switch it, and they find it, perch on it, crap on it, and crap on it some more. It is embarrassing. It is disgusting. Is there any escaping the karmic implications? Why me? Why my car? Why such volume? Is this God's plan? Must be. Lots of poop. Jesus doesn't love me.
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