Tuesday, June 14, 2005

 

Squawk

You have got to be kidding me. Apparently you are not. Good grief. Seriously, this world is nuts. My aunt, who lives in Raleigh, has a neighbor who had chickens. The rooster was all kinds of messed up in the head. His whole neck flopped to the side and he squawked all retarded-like. My white trash neighbors behind the creek, who have a kennel of dogs, also have chickens. I thought that was some sort of housing violation. Then again I live in a section of the state where my representative not only supports, but introduced John Deere day, so there ya go.

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