If you've ever been $hit on by a flock of Seaguls, you will know it's never just one turd.
Here, let me help you out.
There I was, on vacation in Alaska. The view was magnificent, the wildlife everywhere. Then out of nowhere I saw it, the majestic Bald Eagle. It was flying overhead, then I saw something falling. I was like, what did it just drop? I walked over and saw that it landed on my speaker. I thought to myself that mother effer just shat on my speaker. Then out of nowhere, the turd spoke. It said "Hi, my name is Bob. Nice to meet you!"
From that moment on, I swore to never eat mushrooms again.
