That means you’re very lucky. Not many people have a crow poop on their head and not many people are lucky. Therefore you’re luck because you had a crow poop on your head. It’s only logical so go with it.
I worked in downtown Jacksonville and while walking to lunch and passing a field trip of elementary school kids, a seagull dumped a massive load on my shoulder. The kids were very entertained.
A seagull pooped on my head at Sea World in San Diego decades’ ago. It covered my head and my shirt. I didn’t realize sea gulls hold so much poop until I ended up covered in it.
Bro, I just let a crow drop its whole life on my dome. Like, I left a message for my manager, but guess what? Nothing. The crows are ruling the skies, but my manager? Crickets. We’re all living in a world where birds poop on you and your boss ain’t gonna lift a finger. JUST GIVE ME A CALL, KEVIN.
If a crow pooped on you, you’re a marked man and there’s no appeal process. Befriend a crow and you’ll get gifts for life. Piss one off and suddenly you’re jeered and pooped on daily
I really thought this was intended as a metaphor for where our country is right now in defending democracy. The manager is the judiciary or the Democratic Party leadership, possibly Congress in general. The crow is MAGA on the daily.
I had a bird shit on my head a few years back when I was walking back home from an interview. I felt like some guy slapped me on the frickin' head. I checked my hair, it was like there was nothing there, like it bounced right off. I was disoriented. I didn't get the job either. Wah wahh
Reminds me of one of my favorite jokes from childhood. It involves a series of people dying after getting pooped on by the mythical Foo Bird and dying after cleaning it off. The punch line is, of course, "If the Foo shits, wear it." Classic, right? 🤣
I once narrowly avoided catastrophe when a duck with apparent diarrhea, on an extremely low flight path intersecting with my coordinates, managed to drop it's gelatinous cargo mere moments before reaching my position. I still shudder to think of the alternative outcome.
That happened to me in Long Beach and my friend told me it would bring me good luck. I met my husband the next week. Something fabulous is going to happen for you.
Sitting under a (bare) tree in early spring can lead to this. They are nesting. Once the nesting is done, they will leave. Their aim is excellent! They get me on my deck a few times a year.
What did you do to the crow? They remember their enemies, Andy. If it wasn't that crow, it was that crows parents. You wronged that crow somehow, Andy. Amends must be paid.
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At first I read "cow"!
It didn't go well for me after that. Not at all.
I guess you weren’t in the group chat.
“Andy isn’t interested in anymore shit projects. Call me when you have something worthy of his talents.”
Consider yourself lucky.
This morning, I ate crow.
Cawed back.
Never trespass on a crow’s property. Those guys **will** go Libertarian “get off my property” on a dime.
And by “trespass”, they mean exist within a 100 feet. Sorry, Andy. At least it’s not personal? 🤷♀️
A group of people literally cheered and told me how incredibly auspicious it was, especially because we were at a holy site.
I'm so glad they enjoyed it.
I told him, "The bird is too far away for this now!"