I feel you Doodlebird and I love your giant hamburger.
Your art moves me, gastronomically. Please add a suggestion for next week if you so desire.
Hail Haters!
To some, the quacks and honks of certain birds that herald the dawn of a new day might seem pleasant.
I see the malignant intelligence that lurks behind their cold, black eyes. I glean the malevolent meaning behind their insidious language. They await some silent signal from above. The peaceful days of our coexistence are numbered. They are the hidden enemy that no one suspects. My call to arms goes unanswered. My words ring true but no one can hear them.
I hate that,
-GH
next week: a world without the evils of duck and goose