It's raining diseased birds in Boston


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Ah, yes. Who can forget their classic single “GTD: Closet Safe”?


It’s raining birds! Hallelujah, it’s raining birds!

Wrong one?


I think it’s actually that quote from Something About Mary:

47 grackles twirlin’ on a branch
eatin’ lots of warfarin on my uncle’s ranch.


Yeah, my neighbor left a plate of warfarin out to kill rats, but only put out a little tray of water…not enough for the rats to drown themselves in.

Now there are bloated, toxic little corpses spread around the block.
And nobody has seen a cat in weeks.


Singing in the rain, I’m singing in the OW!


You know that old children’s tale from the sea.


They also covered this one:


It’s like you’re dreamin’ about gorgonzola cheese when it’s clearly brie time, baby.


The Boston way would be to name the cat “Sully”, kiddo.


All these years, and I wasn’t aware “caw…! (angrier) CAW!” was considered song.


It’s raining deceased birds in Boston.


No mystery to me! I’m betting an old boss of mine was walking through the neighborhood. Dead birds rain from the sky all the time around her!


You know, I was outside a good bit of the morning, and haven’t been pelted by a single dead bird.
I’m feeling a little shorted, somehow.


They’re not dead - they’re just pining for the fjords!


singing just like birds, suddenly appear… every time, you are near…


Lovely plumage!


♫ It’s raining diseased birds in Boston, Hallelujah! ♫

Hmm, doesn’t work as well.


Bless you for trying.


Too bad. I like grackles. Bless their poor little, dysfuctional hearts.