Self-explanatory.
This has happened to me before, but to be fair I worked in a pet store.
Self-explanatory.
This has happened to me before, but to be fair I worked in a pet store.
Not head but shoulder.
Not that I'm aware of!
Yes, this has happened to me once and once only! I was in town at the time and I was stood on a step chatting to someone, and as I moved down a step a well timed bomber rained down upon me from the heavens. It's supposed to be lucky - I think that's a lie.
Yes... Thanks to a swallow I had to throw away my favorite cap...
No. I've seen it happen to someone else though, and it was hilarious.
No
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Nope, but I did see a bird poop on my mom's car once. Well, I didn't see the bird, but we did arrive in time to see the trout fall on the hood.
Yes, in France. It must have been holding it in for a while too, because at first I thought someone threw a rock at my head.
My blackberry automatically took me in to this thread so here I am
Its funny you should as because this has actually happened to me. I was getting into a taxi to go to work and wham! Right on my head. I had to spend all day at work like that. Thank god no one noticed. I washed my hair as soon as I got home. Did it bring me luck? Did it.....as like!
Yes. I swear every time I go to a water park a bird poos on me. SOOOO GROSS!
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Almost, it dropped right in front of me.
On a semi related note once I was sitting under a tree on a dry day and felt a sudden gentle spray from above and suspect a possum pissed on me though it's possible it was just shaking the dew off the leaves from the night before but it was getting close to noon. I guess I'll never know
Kefka's coming, look intimidating!
Have a nice day!!
I've received a "head shot", or two, but the most remarkable was a shot to the chest...
On our way in from the Channel Islands, (pops, grandpa, and I we fishing off of Anacapa) I was sitting, bent over, elbows on knees, facing out the back of the boat (just admiring the sea). I was wearing a very large brimmed fishing hat and a pullover with a partial zip (had it nearly zipped all the way, it was cold). We were nearing the breakwater of Ventura harbor, when I was hit in the lone spot left uncovered, where throat meets collar/chest. A nearly impossible angle for it to "connect", so expertly executed, it was the handy work of nothing short of a master sniper. It was immense, had to of been a pelican, and reeked of rotten fish, it was foul.
Camping, a walk around the campsite in the moonlight. Cousins, friends. One of my cousins (the goofy one) kept complaining that it was raining. Being that he was so goofy all of the time, the rest of us thought nothing of it. When we returned to the light of the campsite we could see that he'd been showered in guano (lots of bats out that night).