A Bird in the Hand?
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.
The meaning of the aforementioned phrase is that it’s better to have a small amount of a certain thing than to have a large amount of an uncertain thing.
What a load of twaddle; it’s way better to have two birds in the bush than a bird in your hand.
Do you know what birds do in your hand?
They crap in your hand–that’s what they do. They crap that gooey, white, disgusting feces that looks like marshmallow, but most certainly does not taste like marshmallow.
In fact, if I had a bird in my hand, I would put it in a bush.
Birds can crap in a bush all day long–it’s doesn’t matter because it’s not getting on your hand, running down your arm, and getting all over your shirt.
People tend to think less of you when walk around with a soiled shirt.
“Dude, why are you walking around with marshmallow on your shirt?” People will say to you.
“It’s not marshmallow,” you respond, “it’s bird crap.”
“That is considerably worse,” they reply, being all judgy. “How on Earth did you come to be covered in bird crap?”
“I was holding a bird in my hand and it just started crapping all over the place,” you attempt to explain.
“That’s stupid,” they inform you. “You should’ve put that bird into a bush, like a sensible person.”
If that’s not bad enough, birds are also riddled with disease and parasites. It was called the Avian Flu, not the puppy dog flu.
I would even go as far as to state that your hand is one of the worst places to have a bird.
I would prefer a bush full of birds over a single disease riddled, parasite infested, crapping, death bird, in my hand.
What a stupid saying.