So when I was little, my dad brought me a birdsong whistle kit that he’d found on one of his business trips. I remember loving it, and spent hours tormenting my parents with a cacaphony of toots, warbles, honks, and squeaks.
My mom recently found it while cleaning out the garage and gave it back to me. Well…
I never knew it was a French kit, nor that the instructions were clearly run through whatever rudimentary translation software the manufacturers had access to at the time (this was 30 years ago or so) and then slapped onto the box and Bob’s your uncle.
The result is a fount of choice unintentional hilarity.
Some of it borders on poetry.
Enjoy:
I just
that’s some goddamn poetry, that is.
“Owls Ululate” is the name of my banjo-based death metal band.
