… except Loony but who cares what he thinks. Yesterday my phone blew up with people texting me pictures and videos of this bad motherfucker. Yes, I went there with the penis reference. OF COURSE I WENT THERE! WHEN DO I NOT GO THERE? I’m not alone. and … I love how supportive my community […]
Someone would come to the door and he’d let it swing open slowly and say, “Sure is dark on that porch. Ain’t you afraid of getting jumped?” Then when the person stuttered a reply, “Speak up boy! What the hell is wrong with you? Ain’t you never seen a black man before?”
We have some problems with the other flock pecking at each other so now when the Silkies go to the Coop du Jour to range during the day, Annabel the Cannibal goes to solitary confinement at the Poulet Rouge until her Pinless Peepers arrive.
I present to you Le Coop Du Jour. Like soup du jour but with a coop. That’s French for coop of the day because they use it during the day. And coop rhymes with soup. Get it?
I also thought that Radish’s passing would be a good opportunity to get an honest feel for how my neighbors actually felt about his incessant crowing.
A Bat Mitzvah was the perfect thing for me to do on NYE and still be able to be in bed and/or drunk posting by 9:00.
The best part of the tour was when he took a call on his mobile and Millie said, “What is on your screen? Is that a vagina?”
I hope she gets better before I leave for yet another trip because she’s probably gonna die since there’s no way anyone else is going to do this shit.
I’m very much enjoying my staycation. It is way more relaxing than going anywhere even with a house full of guests and chicken emergencies.
Bartleby is ridiculously attached to me having spent the entire day doing errands and sitting on my lap. I busted out the baby sling and he’s pleased as punch to hang out in it all day.