A biker was out riding on a Sunday afternoon when he hit a bird. Being Sunday and him being in a good mood he decided to stop and check on the bird. He picked it up out of the ditch alongside the road but it appeared to be dead. But again it being Sunday he considered how it was one of God's creatures so he took it to a vet.
The vet examined the bird and told the biker it was just knocked out and would eventually come to. So the biker took the bird home, found an old wooden box and put the bird in the box. Then he put in a piece of stale bread and a cup of water. Finally, he nailed some screen across the open side of the box.
Later, the bird woke up, saw the prison like interior of the box, the stale bread and the water and said to himself. Holy shit, I killed the fucking biker.
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