change of subject
I'm not easily scared nor an alarmist but watching the news tonight made my blood run cold. I don't get all hysterical when a new color-coded terror warning is issued or a diabolical plot revealed but I've completely reached my saturation point. So it was with great pleasure -- and equal amounts of disgust -- that I read the following tidbit in today's Rush & Molloy column in the NY Daily News. It was a somewhat welcome distraction. Um, enjoy!
Cyndi's airborne criticSay it with me now.... EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!
Somewhere over Massachusetts is a sparrow who apparently doesn't care for '80s rock.
Cyndi Lauper was reaching for a high note during her opening number at Saturday's KISS-108-sponsored concert in Mansfield, Mass., when from the sky came a white glob of bird poop.
The fecal critique landed in her open mouth.
Showing more aplomb than Tippi Hedren ever displayed in "The Birds," the Brooklyn-born rocker wiped her tongue on her sleeve and kept rockin'.
The 50-year-old singer did kvetch backstage that a bird once plopped on her head while she was on stage.
"My grandmother says it's good luck, but I think it's disgusting," she moaned.
Maybe birds just want to have fun.
Labels: poop humor




