It's Monday But, Hey, At Least A Bird Didn't Shatter Through The Windshield Of Your Small Airplane

Nopes. You may already be done with reality as you count down the seconds to that much needed weekly bender, but at least you’re not one of these chatty fellows. Can’t really blame everyone for being quiet and awkward. It’s kind of hard to shoot the shit after you see a bird explode on your co-pilot’s face at 200mph while contemplating your own mortality. That bloody aftermath is a scene straight out of an Eli Roth flick.

Annnddd this is where the shit meets the pants.