Hey, Bald Eagle. Whatcha doing? “You seen a hippie in a sweater? Mexican looking? Needs a beard?” Maybe. Why? “Fucker plucked a feather out of my armpit.” Birds have armpits? “Wingpit, whatever. You know what I mean.” Can’t help you. How’s everything going otherwise? “Can’t complain. Ate half-a-rotted catfish an hour ago, so you know: … Continue reading Eagle, Sweet