Man vs. Goose

Some stories are so great you have to embellish the truth or make it great. The back story is made up because it will make you happier. Without further delay, let me tell you the story about a Man vs. a Goose.

This man woke up not knowing he was going to have a massive confrontation. In keeping with his normal routine he woke up made flexed his muscles in the mirror, gelled his hair, and then right off to the gym because bro needs to get his sweat on. After, an hour and a half of lifting free weights while staring at himself in the mirror or any girl working out while muttering to his bicep cause of you she will do me.

He goes back home showers and gels his hair. The man gets in his car a sports car where he pumps up his tunes (nothing but techno). He drives overly aggressive almost causing several accidents, but not my fault they can’t handle my ride. Since he had the windows down, it is time to regel the hair cause it always has to be purfect. Yes, he keeps hair gel in the glove box. Out of the car and on his way to the building he sees geese.

A typical morning for your typical goose, the goose flies until the flock is tired. They find a nice open space to ruin with poop especially walking paths. The goose lands and thinks Man are my arms tired. Yes, some cheesy father goose came up with that joke first. The goose spots an overhang over an entrance to a building. The goose flies up there in order to pretend it is the ruler of the land below. The goose chirps at all people who walk beneath him as if giving orders. He chirps at the man. The man responds, “Come at me bro.”

Plop. We all win the goose has pooped on the man’s hair. The man cries, “My hair!” Don’t worry he went and gelled his hair. He has an emergency travel tube next to his wallet, bro is like a boy scout always prepared.