The following entry is exhibit A for the case against me being considered an adult.
For reasons that I need not explain, I came into possession of 3 squirt guns at work recently. The 3 guns are in the shape of a shark, dolphin, and crocodile and open their mouths every time you squirt them (get your heads out of the gutter). Needless to say they are just about the coolest things ever.
Anywho, it didn't take long for me and a few of my co-workers to find ourselves in a Reservoir Dogs-esque stare down that erupted into an all out bloodbath (you know...if we would've filled the guns with blood instead of water). Luckily this didn't take place in our closet sized office for 3 filled with expensive electronic equipment. Rather, it took place in Millennium Park in front of a group of foreign tourists. Eventually we found shooting pigeons to be even more entertaining than shooting each other. I must tell you there are few feelings more satisfying than hosing down those winged rats. They hop/fly around like you would if you were drunk and could fly*.
Anyway, I imagine this becoming somewhat of a regular event for the next couple weeks, so if you're around the bean around 12:45, make sure to send the pigeons my way. You know they've got it coming.
*This blog in no way condones drinking and flying. Be responsible. Use autopilot.
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