You’ve never lived until you’ve come out to get in your car on a bitingly cold morning and found frozen bird poop on your windshield. It’s like it bonded with the glass somehow. I was tempted to take a crowbar to the splat of frozen feces, but I was afraid I’d break the windshield trying to get it pried off. What do they put IN that stuff anyway?
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