Erin saw it a few day ago, and yesterday I had to go over and check it out.
The lady who lives there doesn't know where it came from, but she's been feeding it and it looks like he's here to stay. He's pretty cool. And very pretty.Other things are happening around here, but I kind of put the cool story out there first, and the rest would just be even more boring by comparison, so I'll just leave it at that.
COOL
CHICKEN.
Oh, and if any of you read this and you haven't called or sent me an email with your phone numbers, please do; I lost all my numbers when I lost my phone a few weeks ago.
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COOL CHICKEN.
That shall be my mantra, and my answer to every question, for the remainder of the night.
Q. Tammy, would you like some beer and quesadillas?
A. COOL CHICKEN!
Q. Tammy, can I take you to our bedroom and do fantastically lusty and erotic things to you?
A. COOL CHICKEN!
Your clearly hinting at something. Somebody get this guy a chicken he can call his own.
I seem to remember your last pet chicken not working out so well...
...not for the chicken, anyway.
Your = you're
I know the grammar Nazi saw that. I shudder with embarrassment.
For the record, THAT chicken sorta had it coming, and technically, it was Tim's chicken, not mine. I wash my hands of the whole tragic mess.
BTW, which grammar Nazi are you referring to? We have a few 'round these here blogs.
Speaking of the Grammar Nazi... Grammar Nazi should be capitalized, by the way... anyhow, I haven't heard the "chicken" story. I am laughing at the possibilities... please elaborate!
Tyson and Tim, and, I think, Shannon, were living together in a house in Lubbock, and Tim went to the feed store one day and came home with a chicken, a rooster and a duck.
Is this where the priest, the Rabbi, and the Presbyterian minister walk into the bar?
I don't know, but I think someone has a parrot on his shoulder...
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