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Too many drugs, dude.
Instead of a splort, this be a splat. (Whut kind of bird left impreshun like that? The legendary bird of paradise?)
errol teh Weeseleesl owel frum Hairee Potter?
O yoo gawt tew et befur me. Furst ting ai tawt wuz Errol.
Mebbe et wuz wun ub thows windex burds?
Erlol. Heehee.
Ahem. Methinks tihs be magpi.
I tink it jst normal burd burd. Must laik windows
I thought this was from a cat that jumped at the glass, then slid down.
Based on size, length of tail, and the fact that mouse birds are the clumsiest thing on wings, my guess is that it was a mouse bird.
Ground hasd no stunned bird. So we not noz.
based on the perfectness (or seemingly) of the outline and the impressions, im ganna say hand done on a dirty window especially for this website, or another such website… honestly i have had lots of birds hit my glass doors, even when they were that dirty,, and they make marks that look more like bird droppings (only big as the bird).. just a normal splat.. only in cartoons does the impression in the wall look like the object thrown threw it.
EPOCH FAIL.
conb0rgulashuns, human 0′ Cookie.
An r we jus nawt dansin todai? I wuz finkin ob de chikn dans…
well, i fink co0kie’s H. is off dewin brane srjriees. offen she leeves us to ower own
de vices foar teh sillybrashuns. teh divice in mye eer (owch) is rekommending sumfin by teh burds. brb.
Turn, Turn, Turn (wich is wut dis burd shudda dun befoar it hit da glass)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nUworKXBzdE&feature=related
“Eight Miles High” – wehre teh burd shudda bin insted ov down bai teh windoze
There’s an old pop song, “Surfin’ Bird” by The Trashmen (??) that I fink was spozed 2B at least partly funny. I donut no if anybody else rememburs it, but it went sumthing like:
I wanna everybody heard about the bird
Bird bird bird ba ba bird bird bird
Well, don’t you know about the bird?
Well, everybody knows that the bird is the word
Bird bird bird ba ba bird bird bird
Etc.
Uzd 2 crack me up; if yoo remembur it yoo kan’t help but laff!
Lolcat version of ground avoidance radar:
you iz pulling up. you iz pulling up. why you is not pulling up?
(find a recording of computer generated “pull up. pull up.”)
Birdie is a meer shadow ov his formur self…
♫
…theirs a shado hangin oooover me
oh, birdee’s splat came suddenlee…
Yesterday
All my feathers were in fine array
Now it looks as tho they’ve gone astray
Oh, I beleev I’ve ailed-fay
in-Way!!!
pssssssst,LCB…we been beesm urchin yer naem, agin….
http://www.icanhascheezburger.com/2008/03/15/funny-pictures-ninja-catburglars/
Nothin’ be-smurchful ’bout that, that I culd see. That indeed be mah new class of trainees, talkin’ me down from teh ledge after they pointed a lazer dot out teh window and I chased it and then got stuck.
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Oh, and my burgers is fixed now. Cancel teh generul alarum.
thx-kay!
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Funny how one’s brane can pull a rhyme outta one’s… hat when needed.
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BTW, my burgers are borked. I can vote when there alreddy is some, but I cannot vote when it’s “unrated”. I’m gonna go outside now and eet wurms.
Lolcatburglar:
I thougt your rhyme was inventive, timely, and pleasing, and I enjoyed the ending – not at all what I was expecting.
Skillz liek that moost kome in handee in yer professhun.
Respekt.
*blush* U is kind to say.
*looks around*
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It’s just u and me, rite, Fifi? Then I tells u how it happened. I saw MaryO’s lines and thinked I could take a few minutes away from werk to write anudder verse about teh burd. Is easy because I knoes teh song by hart (No, it’s not by Johnny Hart; it’s by Lol McCartney). Anyways, I sing first line to mahself in mah hed and come up with werds that fit this lolpic. I don’t knoes how I does it but I can does it fairly quickly and I thank Ceiling Cat for it.
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But then I gets to last line “Oh, I believe in yesterday” and I say to mahself “^%*#!” I no can think of line that rhymes and that would end mah verse rite! I has LOL’d mahself into a corner! And nobuddy puts LCB inda corner! And I don’t has lots of time! And I’m not gonna pay a lot for this muffler!
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So I try a old trick to get a rhyme: I goes through teh alphamabet. “…Ay, …bay, …cay, …day, etc.ay.” When I gets to “…fay” mah brane screen goes blank and teh “Scene Missing” card is inserted for a few sekkonds. Next thing I knoes, I has rited “I beleev I’ve ailed-fay” and all is done. I has been alone teh hole time so I is priddy sure I is teh one what rited it.
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All this to say that I often read about songwriters who say that they donut knoes *whare* their leerics come from, they just come. Same here, only I is not a famuss songriter. Just a not-famuss song-parodyer.
Oh LCB, ur famuss fur mush moar dan dat, but lest nawt get into it nao.Ur timing was purrfect cuz LOLMcCartney had to gibs Heather 33 million burgers plus 15 million in assets. Teh poor 4 yeer old kitten will hab to get by on onwee $70,000 per yeer, plus nanny and skool, ov corse. Hao iz dat poor liddle kitten gonna get by?
O noes!!1! Teh poor deer. I will add her to teh list of chillrens I halp.
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And as for perfekt timing, it’s all down to this fob watch that Tidmum gived me.
I will keep yer secret wid my udder valooables.
*U kno where da box is, rite?*
Of coarse. It’s in da safe hidden behind that painting of that spooking old dude.
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Whut? That is ur grandmommeh? Sry. She had a vry nice, um, mustache.
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And I forgetted to say that the phenomnomnomenon I rited of is called “Pig-Lolatin ex machina”
Mo’S & LCB — highly refined weapons-grade YOUWINNIUM
Teho it is gud tu see yur naem in teh Who be Talkin’ list.
Youwinium — grate!
Now reely, I hab tu go back tu erk-way!
fanks, Teho.
youwinnium hehehehehe
we can has Lolcat periodiklol tabel?
lotcatburglar — yu reely made me laff out lowd!
Fanks!
Nao, I gotta bet back to erk-way!
Nevermore….
2 much green beer.
Tippi Hedren closeded teh winder just in tiem…
LOL! Du we get a complimint-ary vizzit to the tye booteek for same thot same tiem??
Yesh. We gets to pick frum teh eckscluesieve GMTA colleckshun…
Hm.. *wunders if they have St Paddy’s mdse… *
yew kan haz N E kulur sew lawng az am grin – juss 4 teh dai!
an teh ginnis martoonie!
Ginnis martoonie?
sownds too gud to be troo….
Boi, wuz dat eber a moovie’ A reel “Burd Howwer Storee”!
Iz taht Tippi Hedren inside teh car?
With no snow, Lolbird makes dust angels.
an image of Ceiling Cat’s angels mysteeriouslee appeers…
If it were an impression on toast, they culd sell it on ebay!
i’m finkin dis is on a bus or sumfin, so day could tek it on a trabelling toor. Charge admisshun in cheezburgres.
But don’t let teh kittehs drive, ‘k?
*gets distraktimicated by blinky lites on dongle dangling frum eer*
um, human 0 Cookie, i wunder if dis fing is compatlolbul wif b0rg teknawlogee?
If it is lit, Ms. O’Spockn, it is compatible. I would question, however, how benign it might be, seeing as how you obtained it from The Maus.
oh, wayte. you’re jest talkin bout the code dat wuz transferred, and the odd eerwuremz, rite? rite???!!
A dongle is capable of both transmitting and storing information. I would be concerned about things much more serious than earworms, if I were you…
Bwahahahahahahaha……….!!!!!!!!
izzit too late fur a donglectomee?
You think I would tell you?! Bwahahahahahah………!
If the m0usian nanoprobes have not yet re-written your DNA, you may have a chance.
Hey! Shaddup Pinocchio!
*sets up stall*
*hangs up banner*
GET YER DONGLECTOMEES HEER! NAO WIV A FREE ALBATROSOSOS!
*teenytineeliddul voiyce*
halp!
Yes, deer laydee, may ai halps u?
Albatross? What flavor is it?
maybe, starling. wot to dew, wot to dew…
Wot vershon ob dongle be it? Removal dependz on vershon. It eiderinvolvs hacksaw or aks.
Eider involvs. Mai spase bar is broked.
(It’s bl**dy… albatross flabor… Bleedin’ seebird bleedin’ flabor, and no, I donut hab any wafers!)
O hai Mary – I hopes the b0rg mini-cube I sents to reskyoos you haz akkomplished its mishion, and has relaid your b0rg cirkitry paths.
Just popped in between brane-surgerees; wishing all a Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
(By the way, David Marshall, Ph.D. of the University of Hull, England, has written a book which discusses the strong connection between the St. Patrick and the Coptic Monks in Lerins. Here is an excerpt of a review:
The Egyptian Church had many monks in Lerins. St. Patrick, of the Celtic Church, was born in Britain and was a Roman citizen
he later became a corner stone of Christianity in the British Isles. St. Patrick wrote his autobiography, Confession. When he was sixteen, the army of the Irish King Niall, attacked the Britons. Patrick was captured. He was then taken then to Ireland and was enslaved. Later, he was able to escape and sailed to Gaul . Later he went to the Island of Lerins, where the Egyptian Coptic monks lived.
St. Patrick lived with these monks learning the “Coptic Christianity of Egypt”. The Coptic Church originated directly from the Church of Jerusalem, rather than from Rome and was also not like the Byzantine Church.
Dr. David Marshall writes that the “Celtic Christianity owes something to the Copts.” Patrick’s residency with the Coptic monks on the Island of Lerins, “accounted for his independence of Rome. St. Patrick prefered to follow true orthodoxy.
Wow – does that means no more green beer on St. Patrick’s Day?
Oh noes! I hoeps not, CH!
Teh egyptians can has beer – eben teh reel old egyptians. Nawt kno if tehy can has green beer, but I fink we can kolor it if wii wants to.
But if deh Egyptian is Coptic Christian, he or she SUPPOSED TO BE FASTING NOW FOR LENT (you know who you be!) and no alcohol be allowed in Lent, so only knocking back da virtual green beers on da interwebs – just like I be loading up on all offers of chocolate on da interwebs.
Mary, ai wuz talkn bout yurs, ment tew reply tew commint..mai fingrs nawt myndin mai brayns.
oh noes, et did reply…ugh, icanhafsnewbraynz?
you be singin teh familyur refrain ob teh weird press bloos.
(Na naaa na na)
I trie tu rite comints
(Na naaa na na)
In Reply tu O’Spockn
(Na naaa na na)
Furs I got no reply
(Na naaa na na)
Den de whole site be rockin’
(Nananananananaaaaaa)
We gots da weird press bloos
(Da Weerd Press Bloos! Nanananaaaaa)
Frum oar heds tu oar shoos
(Da Weerd Press Bloos! Nanananaaaaa)
Furs ya doan, den yu du
I can hardlee trust yu
(Na na na)
I gots da wierd press bloos!
(Naaaa nanana nanana naaa naaaaaaaaaa)
*crash ploink*
Dun wurry. Plenty uv braynes tu go around! I’m onlee using 20% uv mine! Here!
*scoop scoop*
~passes braynes tu ihazkatztu~
*pat pat*
Gud as nu!
*Thundrous Applause*
Brava!!!
Wow, Maus! Fanks bery mush!
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I em honored tu be honored by such a faimuss cheezpeep! Yur faimussness is legend!
Yay! Enkore!
Taht snog mus be wun uf teh funniest tihngs ay’ve sceen on tihs sight, eeeever. An ay’ve sceen sum perty funnie tihngs on tihn sight, lemme tell u…
*wipes teh tears away*
*grabs a tissue to wipe snortled tea*
Tht wuz bootiful. ::giggls::
Izz burdz wai uff sayin “Dust Mee”.
Ai don see hummor uf bird crashing intu winndow and prollee being killed. Guezz ai have no sense of funny.
i felted bad fur teh burd, two.
i agreez. mai furst sad memree iz a burdy flieng into owr winder and dyin.
If it makes you feel better, many birds that hit windows survive unscathed. And an impression like that wouldn’t even have to have been from a real collision — it could have just been a bird attacking its own reflection in the glass (assuming the bird could _see_ its own reflection in that glass). I had to put UV-reflective stickers in my windows because the birds would attack them all the time during Nookie Season. (And it wasn’t just one collision per bird; it would often be one bird attacking over and over again — BONK – seven second pause – BONK – seven second pause – BONK…)
Glad tu heer dat…hope birdie ok. A building in NYC cauzzed deff of more den 300 burds cuz dey see relfeckshuns of trees n trai to land in dem. Hope dey du sumtin tu put stop to dat!
Deh birzz dat attak der refleshun obber n obber musta been burd-branz!
Glaed u sed dat. In NYC a bulding cauzzed deffs of 300 burds cuz burds saw fleckshun ub treez n trai to land in em.
Accidenal dubble pozt.
I’m wundrin’ – yoose talkin’ about Nookie season, and then BONK, BONK etc. surely this belongs in the nawtie barn?????!!!!!
Bird braynez …
Not so shure dat birdie not beez hert. Lots ov birdies hit r winnows & stum themselfs badly. Lighte shien funny on glazz & fool dem. Sum shaek it off, lotz dont & dyed. I runs owtside 2 see wun tiem teh birdie & he bee awreddy ded. Vary sad.
Harrdest birdie dat hit winnow wus BIG ‘pileated’ wuudpekker. KRASHH! But hees hed vary strong hard – he not be hert at awl – flys away saef! Hooway!!
Jajeh, I knows wat u mean.
We had an outline liek dis on our window (nawt as dirty as dis pic – fank yew berry much), but teh birdee must hab flown away. We luked awl ober fur it.
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Mebee birdee frum our window didn’t maek it, but he for sure maed it outta our yard. I was bery surprised.
Mebbe dat bird juz hab Excedrin heddache nummers 1-100.
Ai wurk in petdepardment wen ai wuz 18. One time parrakeet egscape an ai wend affer it. It hit the front plate glazz winndow and dai in mai hanz.
*snif*
Iz terrible wen u can’t do ennyfing to halp a liddle creature.
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Juss yesterdai, I finded a bebeh Morning Dove out of teh nest. Had fevvers, but couldn’t fly well. I puts on teh rubber glubs, and got him bak in teh nest wif hims brudder.
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Kittehs hab to stay insyde until dey grow up. Nao I needs teh Excedrine frum awl teh asking to go out.
Why we gets teh sharkee being killed and teh bird outline on St. Patrick’s Day?
It duz seem liek a disburding trend!!
But teh traffik cirkel of lief must haz a crash once in a whyle…
teh shakree wuz bein killded??? i tawt he wuz a frendlee shark dat new dat hyuman – ebrebodi sayz sharkz iz nawt as meen as ppl fink, rite?
Aww, now i’z ebben sadder. whut is da cheesewurld commin to?
Cauze de Irishes no life is gud tymes and bad tymes two. Irish history bees full of much saddness an dey no furget. Dere are songs to celebrate the saddness, an dey are sum ob de bestest laments inna wurled. De Irishes no hide de sad; dey celebrate it.
Mai da’s mummy were one ob de lastest ob de famine boat Irishes wen jus a bebe. Her fambly stories be berry sad an berry important to remember
(sorrie. Yu jus pushed a button. I be quiet now.)
Jehkeykat, u doan hab to b quiet. Storees r bery important to member.
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I lub ur avatar. Mah beloved Romeow hads teh odd eyes, nao mah La Luz habs dem.
Dis mai gnuist forebber bebe. Her name is Marguerite an lik her ayes, she iz a parti-gurl. 1, 2, 3, 4 o’clock rockin all ober de haus. Only tyme I kin sleep is inna afternoon catnap hour.
Heh. Mah new boi is like that. Mr. Nonstop Activity. Then when he wants a nap he comes and jumps into mah arms no matter what I’m doin.
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And “parti-gurl” FTW! I lubs teh clevver puns. Also, I lubs teh name “Marguerite”. Doesn’t that mean “pearl” in Greek? Purrfect name for a white kitteh!
Also is de name ob a white daisy, one ob my mommacat’s fav flours. Her nayme were Marjorie, de English form ob Marguerite. Hour last nayme bees LeBlna meaning White. So wen I gots dis new bebe, I naymes her fur mai mommacat.
An she iz mai precious jool too. Iz tree tymes de purrfect nayme.
(stoopid weirdypress)
Dat shud be LeBlanc.
Yu wood tink I cud spell mai own nayme, hmmmm?
Jehkeykat, Ai haz a sad wen Ai heers abowt teh Tater Famyn. WAY too
menny of teh Irish people had to leev Ireland, and WAY too menny ov
dem jus died in their fields. Too sad fur me to fink abowt, even tho Ai
has anutther nashionality, Ai reely feels fur yu. Adn naow Ai fink mai
sad wil cuntinuu fur awyul. Mebbee Ai’l jus pray to St Padrick to maike
mai sad go aways.
Iz OK two bee sad. Id shows yu gotta big hart. Wallow init. An den go party wit de Irishes tonite. Hab an Irish Koffe an dans a jig. Dat will make yu feel all butter. Slainte!
Slainte – dats hau u walk abter u leeb Irish pub, rite?
oR izdat spehled SLANTEE?
Romeow, u hav a kind hart
Den der waz dat henphezzunt dat floo intu r hauze.
We taut about eetin it, but cudnt be sher it hadn’t died ub sumptin else den hittin deh hauz.
If it makes yu feel any betta, I see burds smacking intu my living room winda at least a cuple of times a week, ushully little teensy burds like sparros or finches. I’m not sure what’s up w/that. Are they trying to aim for the burd feeder an missing (by, like 3 feet)? Are they attacking the window, and Y would they? Sum of them hit the window 3 or 4 times in a row, then give up an fly away. Alwais the same windo, too. Anyway, non uv the burds have been killed so far, and judging by how kwikly an enerjetically they fly away, they donut seem to be injured, eether. It duzzint seem like a very fun hobbee if you ask me, but the burds seem to be OK.
der waz no birdy body, buddy.
If it was mouse bird, den der would be no birdy body. I gotz storiez man. dey iz undezruktble. n dum too.
or, was nommed by cheeteh (like kitteh, but zippier)
rip
Annuvver wun bytes teh dusst.
how sad izzit dat i snerked at dis…
Zomg, dis happens at mys house too!
::Raises a Pint fer St. Partridge Day:: “How mush ez dat Burdie in the Windowww?”
Very mush indeed.
Is there a cat in this tub?
I’z confoozed…
Bad Photo, it just looks like a giant squid that bred with a venus fly trap and has an angry rat spine.. I see no birdie…
“Angry Rat Spine” would be an excellent name for a rock band.
Luks liek Kalsuhfur oar So-fee furgawt tu opin wendo 4 Howlol.
Dat birdeh mayd uh glass of hisself.
I’ll drink to that!
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Um, I said *to* that, not *from* that. Pleh!
I didn’t read all the comments. Can anyone _else_ see a kitteh in that photo (centre of upper left quadrant)? It’s got its back to the window.
Yis, I spy a Oj n wite ketteh.
*squints. Puts glasses on*
Yis, Yis. oj n wite.
Butt watt is dat ketteh doin?
Tryin to catch a birdie?
LOL
LOLark
Microsoft User Bird
expeerienses anothur windows crash
Mee bee thinkins taht dis be of phony naturh
*luks aroun sheepishlee* Soree bowt dat. Ai dinnint seez teh glass. Ai needz knew pers.. prescri… bespectacles.
owned…
I confess. I chuckled. This looks very similar to what happened when a mourning dove whacked into our sliding glass door. I ran out to see if it was okay, and it had already flown away, leaving a rather impressive detailed oil splat on the door….
Flippin tha burd… yur doin it rong.
DAMMIT! u gaiz owz me keyboardz…if i spew coffee 1 moar time, iz comin 4 u.
(actually I peed mai pantz a widdle 2)
“Effin Peepul and ur Effin windoez…why i oughtta…”
HAHAHAHA
It was an epic fail, srsly!
Psst. That’s a car.