How to make a dirty bird

I have no idea why but sometimes I look up funny or odd things. Just whatever happens to pop into my head. One time I put in doody into the search box. There is a place called doody.com. Go ahead, take a look. Several years ago I was searching for... heck I can't remember but I did end up on a page that had a story about brushing your teeth with urine. If you can think it, you can find it. You have to be very careful about doing that because there is a chance that you will be embarrassed by what comes up and no matter what you do it will always be in your history. You just know that somewhere a government agency is keeping track of you. It has also been made part of your permanent record and when you die God looks in his book of your life. He will look at you, back at the book, back at you and on and on . Sorry, God. I didn't mean to do it. It just happened. I was looking for kids - baby goats and well... why someone had put pink underpants and bra on that goat I'll never know. Even you have to admit the lipstick looked hilarious. Tonight it was dirty bird. No reason, just dirty bird. Turns out there is a drink called a dirty bird. There is one made with Wild Turkey (bird) and tequilla. Sounds tasty, don't you think? Another dirty bird is vodka, coffee liquer and cream. Pass. I don't get out much. My neighbor told me about drinking something called a Dog's Ass. There is a cat butt museum and why shouldn't there be. There must be famous cat butt holes across the ages. But who thinks of that? Who thought, "I am going to register a site about cat's butts." I've also learned that butt hole is two separate words. Even Google can't believe it when you are searching for odd things. I get that message that says, "Did you mean:" No, I really meant cat butt holes OR it doesn't even question what you are searching for because it's there!! One topic was, "What's up with my cat's butt hole?" That was gross but the title was funny. I'd like to thank my sister for making this all possible. Without you, Elaine, I might be reading a Charles Dickens novel, doing a little yard work, or even going for a much needed walk with Betsy and the dogs. Instead I sit here day after day looking out my window searching for cat's butts. Thanks sis.