I bet if you have been reading The Burgh Blog for more than three months and were playing the word association game, if someone said the word “pigeon” your first thought would be “PittGirl.”
If I am playing the word association game and someone says the word “pigeon,” my first thought is “MUST DIE!!”
Bunches of readers are emailing me links to several stories about this:
Hollywood residents believe they’ve found a humane way to reduce their pigeon population and the messes the birds make: the pill.
Over the next few months a birth control product called OvoControl P, which interferes with egg development, will be placed in bird food in new rooftop feeders.
On one hand, I’m all “GENIUS!!!!!!!!!!” but on the other hand I’m all, “Are we going to start seeing bloated, fat, hormonal pigeons flying through the city just looking for someone to peck to death for no reason other than IT IS THAT TIME OF THE MONTH, BITCHES, and I’ve got a raging headache!!”
At least that’s what I think the pill does to you.
Also, this could be a wonderful scientific experiment as to what happens when men take the pill.
So if you start seeing lots of male pigeons with bulging breasts sitting on the curb crying about their “feelings,” you’ll know exactly why.
(h/t to Judge Peckham, Sue, JCIII, tbirdonawire, Stacey, and anyone else I’ve missed.)