dialogue: Harry: <file_photo>
  Harry: That feeling, when you wash your car by yourself working your ass off half of a day
  Harry: You feel satisfaction looking at your shining beauty
  Harry: And then a group of birds having their fucking convention on electrical cable above, decide to shit on your freshly washed car
  Harry: Ruthless fuckers
  Pete: Hahahha. Congrats mate.
  Pete: Don't worry. When my father washes his car, evertime he's done with it, it starts raining.
  Pete: The birds though.... Coid blooded fuckers.
  Harry: I feel like shooting them, but I know I would feel totally bad hurting even one of these animals.
  Pete: Sympathetic sadist :D Nice combo there :D
  Harry: Hahaha.
summary: Harry is very angry, because he had washed his car, and some birds have defecated on it.