Was it something I said?

Saturday, I came home. there was weird white shit in the front of my space. I checked it out, and the motorcycle next to me had been egged. Bummer for him, and I don’t really care about the egg in my space.

Sunday I go out and…

there is egg shit all over my fender

*swears furiously for a FUCKING HOUR*

Collateral damage from the bike, evidently. Or, somebody with shitty aim hates my “support the troops, End the War” sticker and just missed (mostly).

More fuckheads on parade.