The Most Beautiful Pigeon In the World
This is her. Her name is Lilly, and she’s lovely.
Much as I don’t usually give racers any more than the crumbs from my arse feathers, arrogant fucks, this one is an exception.
She is, without doubt, the most beautiful pigeon in the world.
To top it all, she’s funny and smart and tells rude jokes. If there was a Miss Pigeon World, she’d win eyes down. If all the angels were to get together, this is the pigeon they would make. If there was such a thing as heaven, it would be full of pigeons like Lilly. Millions of them. They wouldn’t fly either, wouldn’t have to. They’d float. They’d sit on their own little fluffy cloud cushions and just bob along through the sky.
The thing is, I don’t stand a chance. Mart reckons I would if she knew I had a blog, but I’m not so sure. She probably doesn’t use the internet that often.
Saying that, Mart also found this today – reckons it’s her Mother:
Jesus fucking Christ. Imagine having that round for tea?