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Here is my listing of crap section, I don't know why I have it, it will probably change. I saw a chicken one time, it was pornographic, he was standing on the corner of Ann Street in the valley, a rather disturbing sight. It wasn't until he appraoched me wearing nothing but a pair of leopard print fuck me boots and toting a set of rosary beads, that I got worried. What would you do in my situation? I had two choices: 1. Stay there and await my more than likely doom - death by pornographic chicken, or 2. Run like the wind BULLSEYE!!! My father claims this tradition (choice 2) has been with my family for some time, but I think he was just a big Stay there and await my more than likely doom - death by pornographic chicken type, and surreptitiously snuck this "tradition" into the canon of our family. My mother is from Maori land, she likes butter on her sandwiches and boiled fish heads. Every family has traditions, but I think mine are weird. |