I remember my little sisters once had a friend over and their friend left our house in a huff because my sisters wouldn’t let her feed my dog those red berries that get birds drunk. You know what I’m talking about… Those orangish-red berries that grow in bunches on that bush… I don’t know the name of the plant, I’m not a botanist, but birds eat them and then they fly into windows and die. It would be sad if it weren’t so funny. It’s evolution in action. It’s survival of the fittest. Some guys cants hold their booze, and some birds can’t handle their berries. I like those red berries that get birds drunk. I haven’t tried them, but I like them. They make life more interesting.
Critically Rated at 13/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young
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