Hey. We don't sh*t on your wings. A$$hole.
What made it worse was we cleaned our windshield right quick with our ol' windshield wipers, and then we promptly parked in the one available spot -- the one available spot that happened to be ordained with a plethora of goose sh*t. Bastards, all of you.
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doesn't that mean good luck?
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