And they're big cunts as well; hocked up on left over Mr Whippy and sugar filled crap dropped thoughtlessly by the tattooed plebs and their fat ugly noisy kids that infest Brighton everytime the sun comes out for a nano second.
Look at him, I was literally seconds from getting a peck off this wanker... fortunately just after taking this photo I was able to distract him by throwing a small passing child at him.
At least with a pigeon you stand a fighting chance, these mothers are about twice the size.
I had one land on my window ledge yesterday, when the window was open... it might even have been this shitter, who can tell, they're like hooded teenagers, they all look malevolently the same.
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You're being stalked. It'll be with you on your journey.
City pigeons have dissolved feet because all the shit people feed them give them acidic wee.
Seagull poo is big.
They have creepy eyes.
I get acidic wee, hurts a bit. I have to make sure I drink lots of water.
It's fun to share.
I fucking hate pigeons too. Having had an intimate relationship with one in Weybridge whilst visiting the smunts last year - it not only nicked my chips, but then decided to shit all over me from a great height.
Sort of like the men from my past *sigh*
I'd really love to see one shit on Sniffy's bonce. Can you imagine the fun and excitement watching her try to get it out?
I'm surprised she doesn't have baby pigeons nesting in there.
Maybe she does... Tina, do you?
Christ all mighty! It's nearly as big as the Cornish ones. I'm sure there's a seagull plot to take over the world - Starting down their on the south coast!
Their? Their?!
Bloody seagull has affected my spelling: There.
Bastard things crap on my car on purpose. They know that it will eat into the paintwork if not cleaned off instantly.
Dump scavengers the lot of them, which is probably why they like Brighton beach.
Piggy: You should be happy.
Some people have to PAY to be shat all over from a great height.
I like seagulls.
Here’s my favourite seagull.
I hear being shat on by pigeons and seagulls is supposed to be lucky.
For some reason, the logic of that myth passes me by.
No pigeons nesting in my thatch, just the odd mouse.
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