Speaking of bucket lists, my chicken has always wanted to be a Chattering Teeth blog guest columnist. Today is the day! It will give me a chance to try out his Virtual Reality Headset. I hope you find him as insightful as I do. Take it away Mister Chicken!
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Sorry about that. I think the chicken has been into the zebra fishes' vodka stash.
Very cool! But how to you clean the chicken poop off the keyboard? (ewww) ~:)
ReplyDeleteI once asked a chicken about the meaning of life. It clucked, laid an egg and crapped on my foot.
ReplyDeleteIt was a profound moment.
Jess, you recently read the chicken bones for Dana, I believe.
ReplyDeleteDid they still have bbq sauce on them?
Sparky, chicken poop on my keyboard might improve my daily droppings, some would say. eww indeed!
ReplyDeleteJess, Have you considered the possibility that WE are the chickens and are wearing the virtual headsets to fool us into thinking we something else? I have.
Ed, you have just laid an Easter egg. I must find these bones of which you speak!
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ReplyDeleteI must say that your chicken is a better writer than you are!
ReplyDeleteJust teasing. She's only marginally better ;-)
Seriously, I live for the day when a chicken can cross the road and not have its motives questioned.
I hope you do too.
bok bok!! Have a terrific weekend!!:)
ReplyDeleteThanks Ed, I will check that out for sure.
ReplyDeletecube, "motives questioned" Loved it! :) and I'll let the chicken scratch more often!
WHT, ONE MORE DAY! You too my friend!