We had a pigeon move in to one of our factories, once.

At first everyone was happy enough - he was given a name, briefly - until he began to s**t on us *copiously* from the girders. We tried all sorts of things to get him out, but he liked it too much, in the warm and dry. Eventually Big Fazzer was deputised to shoot him and then wring his neck to be sure he'd carked.

Fazzer did as asked. The rest of us big rufty-tufty leadworker lads looked the other way like a bunch of girls.

Posted By: Sugbad The Bad, Jun 23, 16:26:13