During one of Hecker's first classes, we went on an all day, foot excursion through the first half of the city, and all was gravy until after lunch, when a pigeon took a large, wet... (well, let's just say a diaper on his heiny would have been totally awesome...) on my head. I want to thank all those wonderful girls who carry tissues in their bags, and Matt Ellis for having a bottle of water in his backpack, or I would have been walking around with white shat in my hair ALL day. The funny part was, I never got upset. I had no idea how to react to a pigeon shatting on my head, so I cracked up, completely. Who the heck does he think he is anyways?
To sum things up, the pigeons in Barcelona are like the squirrels in Clemson. Everywhere. Data card this!
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