I was at the library after ages and saw this really grossly fascinating thing.
Two pigeons. On top of one of the giant window rests. Having a good old jolly – for the lack of a better word – shag. I wasn’t sure where the pigeons came from, until my friend pointed it out to me. A crack in the uh, ventilators.
Even pigeons get a room.
(And some people don’t even.) Did you know that even pigeons fall asleep after doing it? I didn’t. My friend said, “Ooh, that went on for very long. Must be tired already.”
You know your life is crappy when the most happening thing that happens to you is being a voyeur and watching pigeons screw. I don’t have a photo. The pigeon police would arrest me.