So, as he flew off he decided to release a payload and it was mostly on me. In case you have never had a pelican crap on you, it's pretty much like being nailed with warm mayonnaise that smells like rotting fish. Good times.
Of course, because I owe the spouse a few good chuckles, he took some pictures. I had got most of the loveliness off my arms by the time he grabbed the camera.
I should be grateful I didn't get it smack in the kisser. |
YUCK! |
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