June 28, 2007
So Anita Marie and I are having this convo —
[That means flash chatting on her blog and if you do not know what that means you are on your own internet ignoramuses.]
And it starts with “stupid urban legends people ask me about.”
[Not me. Anita. You people never ask me fun questions like this — damn you.]
One questions is, Do birds who eat wedding rice explode?
Anita says, Of course not you dingbats, birds do not have boiling water in their stomachs and if rice exploded them bird seed would too.
[Dingbat urban legend people.]
I am traumatized Anita would even tell dingbat urban legend people that though because listen, exploding doves at weddings is too good an urban legend to pass up.
I say, Do not debunk that one it is too good.
And Anita says, Okay, just for you.
[Anita is like that. Even though I am trying to steal away her cat Insanity Jones with promises of unruly neighbors and unwary fireman sacrifices Anita is a giver.]
And then she finds and posts —
where the art work comes from :
that is dove in a córdoba’s square by Adorna2007
[also it is a bit altered please do not get riled Adorna]