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I was drunk at some rocks yesterday (get drunk and jump off rocks into a lake) and a guy in a sublime shirt told me this story:

A bird and his buddy are sitting on a branch; the bird's buddy says "Hey man, it's getting pretty cold out- maybe we should fly south for the winter?". The bird says "No way", and his buddy leaves for warmer weather. Winter starts setting in, a few weeks down the road, and the bird decides to meet his buddy down south. Halfway into his flight, his wings freeze up and he crashes into a field. He knows he's going to die from the cold, and just as he was about to give his last breath, a cow did it's business right on top of him. The bird thinks "wow, this sure is warm" and starts whistling a tune in light of his new-found way of survival. A nearby cat hears the whistling, pulls him out of the pile and eats him alive.

The moral of the story: not everyone who shits on you is your enemy, not every who pulls you out of the shit is your friend- and if you're happy in the shit, shut up because there's always a cat around who'll try to take whatever you have left.

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hmm im not sure what to think of this. [&:]

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fortunately, he dint put it in any of the 3 joke threads we have going...

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That'd be, because it isn't a joke.

Maybe it seemed better under the influence, but this one definately tops my list of favs.

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where there any drugs involved in the telling/listening of the story??

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Of course there was some greenbud present, but for the sake of keeping the forums semi-clean, I won't go into that.

So I guess the conclusion is that this is a stoner story? :shrug:

I dig it.

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Hasta be a joke. TRUE stories start with: "No shit, this REALLY happened...":eek:

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GREAT story. has a great moral and seems pretty right to me. nice.

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He should have flown south when his buddy wanted him to.