Our Summer Skin

Ah... Summer in San Francisco.

The birds are chirping and the sun is shining.

However, the only birds we hear are these filthy rats with wings and that damned blue bird we thought we got rid of last year. We didn't know that he would come back and start another family. Every time the neighbor's cat goes out the bird goes mental. Morning, noon, and night!

At least we have the sun.

Of course, if it gets too hot everything smells like pee.

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[today's picture courtesy of special correspondent gender pretender]