A man was running late for work one Monday morning. On the way to work, he spotted an injured bird flapping his wings on the side of the road. He wanted to help it, but he didnt want to be late for work. He noticed a steamin' pile of cow shit on the other side of the road. He picked the bird up and buried him up to his neck in the dung. He said;"Don't worry fella, i'll be back right after work to help you. you'll be safe here till i get back."The bird was so happy that someone had found him , he started singing. Meanwhile, i hungry fox was stalkin' the area. He heard a bird singing, and followed the sound to a steamin' pile of cow dung. He thought to himself;"Wait a second, cow shit doesn't sing!" So he crept up to the dung, noticed the injured bird, and swallowed him.
The moral of the story is...
The person who puts you in the shit, isn't exactly you're enemy. And The person he gets out of the shit, isn't exactly you're friend.
And for god's sake, when you're in the shit, don't sing about it.
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Listening to: London After Midnight - A Letter to God [Live]
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