I really just want a duck.
In fact, if I had a duck, I'd quit school, live in the woods and just hang out with my duck.
I really just want a duck.
In fact, if I had a duck, I'd quit school, live in the woods and just hang out with my duck.
There was this smurfing chicken who wanted me dead, I swear it was possessed by something really smurfing evil. Even after its head got lopped off, the bastard was trying to peck theout of me with its smurfing bleeding neck.
All chickens are made of feathers and evil.
I was attacked by a flying chicken once.
Maybe you attacked one too many chickens and the others just haven't arrived yet. To both of you.
I want a chicken. For the eggs, mostly. And then maybe for her breasts.
Oh I have chickens too. In fact I gathered 35 eggs yesterday. I'll be peddling them on the sidewalk if anyone is interested![]()
I had some bantam chickens as well, but I'm so southern I didn't consider them a weird pet. Those little bastards are mean. I can't count how many different times I got spurred as a kid.
Here's an evil rooster.
The death metal version is funnier though.