I killed the dumbest bird in the world today.
I was sick of it’s dumbness.
It landed in the middle of the freaking road. I stopped about a
foot in front of it. I said. “Hey, stupid bird,
move.” I honked my horn a few times. I got sick of waiting,
I could not go into another lane because cars were in them. I
started driving forward slowly. I felt a bump bump. I felt
no remorse because the bird was freaking stupid and deserved to die.
the end.
That is a rather sad story.
Also, you meant its, not it’s. Sorry, I can’t help it. 
Aaaugh. *tries to delete the grammar check and hits Submit instead*
you are my hero.
hahahaha
yeah.
I have killed a bird on the way to church the past two Sundays. The first one must have spied something shiny in the middle of the road and decided to pick it up at the same moment that I decided to be in that lane. Feathers went everywhere and I was sure that when I got to church I was going to find my bird friend in the grill of my car. Luckily he was not there. The second bird was on a suicide mission. I was driving down the road and he flew in front of my car. I swerved to miss him and he swerved with me. Sad. Maybe next week will be better.
*laughter*
yes, that was a freaking stupid bird. but be careful. next time you decide to stand in front of my car and not move when i want to drive, i’ll run you over and feel no remorse for the bump i feel.
*blink blink* Wow. I’m impressed.