a little bird just kept playin' 'round until all of his flock flew South. An icestorm came upon him while he was playin' and flittering away the last remaining warm days. He got caught in the icestorm and his little wings froze over and he dropped in a pile of crap in a barnyard.He got really warm and cozy down in the pile of s*** and his little wings unfroze and he stuck his head out from under all the crap and was feelin' good and went "chirp, chirp." Along came the barnyard cat who atet him up. There are 3 morals to this story-
!-everybody who puts u in that pile of s*** might not be ur enemy.
2-anyone who takes u out of that pile of s*** might not be ur friend.
3-if u r safe and warm Keep UR big mouth shut.
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