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I was working on some tank-related business today when I stumbled upon the bravest pigeon I have ever seen in my 24 (but 25 tomorrow!) years. What, prey-tell, made this pigeon so brave? What made this pigeon brave, my friends, was that this pigeon was not afraid of humans. This may seem like no big deal to you, but when was the last time you met a pigeon that didn't fly away as soon as you got within six feet of it? I was impressed. It wasn't the best looking pigeon I've ever seen, but without a doubt the friendliest. I found the whole thing so interesting that I hung out with him for about 10 minutes just to see how much he would let me touch him or stand over him. Turns out the answer was "a lot." At first he would look at me when I went to pet him, but after a couple times even that ceased to get his (or maybe her) attention. Then I decided to try and be intimidating, so I stood over the brave bird (with my legs on either side of him), but he just looked at me for a second and decided that it was a good time to clean himself a bit. I dispelled the notion I had that it was only me that failed to scare him by getting one of my friends to come over and pet the bird. The bird didn't budge. I know I'm not intimidating, but I had to be sure that the pigeon didn't know that. I mean, it's one thing to not intimidate people when you need to, but when small, winged animals decide your not worth the trouble of using the ability to fly, it's time to admit that the army uniform isn't having the ability you thought. Or maybe the uniform just makes me so sexy that even pigeon are interested. Would that it were. Anyhow, I was in the middle of fixing some stuff and couldn't run and grab my camera, so I have no photographic evidence that this occurred, so you're just gonna have to take my word for it. In the end, that brave, little bird met his maker when his bravery became a liability and a tank ran him over. Okay, I made that last part up. The pigeon wasn't killed by a tank. The truth was that a tank came and the bird just flew away. The end.
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Vitals My name is Adi I live in Haifa I am 25 years old I love pop-culture I enjoy wearing a tie I blog instead of email I share a birthday with Pink I am a terrible singer I almost never drink soda I almost never go barefoot I always wear black pants My AIM is: AdiEliyahu
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