Fluent in Weird. seagulls keep sh*tting on my car. π there's just no escaping them in this fair city of Worcester they're like gangsters they've completely taken over. they steal your food they slice open your bins they scream at all hours of the morning and yes -- they drop creamy white bombs on everything below π¦ it's gotten so bad that the council's had to employ a "gull officer" (i'm not joking) frustratingly, this seagull mafia just loves to congregate over my car park particularly: my...
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