Update: I stand corrected. I just received a chicken poem that I'm not allowed to share, but I must say it knocked my socks off. It's brilliant. You'll know which poem I'm talking about as soon as you lay eyes on it.
I find your private jokes disturbing when they don't include me. Did someone almost choke on a bone or get salmonella poisoning or get pecked to death?
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Thanks, you're too kind! :-)
Actually, I love it! (I did notice though where the picture is shaped somewhat like a gravestone).
Now that I have a fresh perspective on life I can appreciate the picture fully.
Yes, that painting is brilliant.
I did my best to find you an appropriate chicken poem as well, but I was taken aback by the current state of chicken poetry.
Anyhow, I'm happy you survived.
Update: I stand corrected. I just received a chicken poem that I'm not allowed to share, but I must say it knocked my socks off. It's brilliant. You'll know which poem I'm talking about as soon as you lay eyes on it.
Lay eyes on it.
Lay eyes on it.
Har.
I find your private jokes disturbing when they don't include me. Did someone almost choke on a bone or get salmonella poisoning or get pecked to death?
Private jokes? hehe They're definitely not private jokes.
Tracy was almost choked to death by a dead chicken. The story has a strong narrative thrust...
Maybe it was trying to choke a chicken poem outta me?
Great paradox, or is it irony, a private joke on public domain? Witty anyway.
Crap, I was hoping for a good pecking...
That can be arranged...
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