The_Rooster Posted December 1, 2007 Posted December 1, 2007 Killers I told her not to mess with that bracelet, but she just wouldn't listen. Quote
builder206 Posted December 1, 2007 Posted December 1, 2007 Human depravity is boundless. There is talk that feed corn will be rationed to divert enough corn to the methanol industry. Perhaps chickens will starve...it is too awful to think about... Quote
archenemy Posted December 3, 2007 Posted December 3, 2007 That butcher chick scares me a little bit. Quote
Recycled Posted December 3, 2007 Posted December 3, 2007 No, it's the guy in the background looking at her that's scary. Quote
archenemy Posted December 3, 2007 Posted December 3, 2007 You are right. The freak in the black tee shirt. XXXL tee shirt. Quote
ClimbingPanther Posted December 3, 2007 Posted December 3, 2007 ABORTION OR MURDER??!! Please engage in this egg-ceptionally serious discussion, folks Quote
sirwoofalot Posted December 4, 2007 Posted December 4, 2007 ABORTION OR MURDER??!! Please engage in this egg-ceptionally serious discussion, folks Thats funny. Quote
sirwoofalot Posted December 4, 2007 Posted December 4, 2007 I grew up on a small farm and we had a rooster go over to the dark side. He was pure evil. I was about 6 or 7 years old when he cornered me in the barn, and I had to free myself with a pitch fork. Later he pecked my Grandmother on the calve as she was kneeling down and doing some weeding. It raised a huge welt. That was when we went out and KILLED the killer chicken. As I brought the ax down on it’s out stretched neck a certain feeling of relief, and sadness went through me. My Mother stewed that bird. I have never had any chicken that tasted better. It we good, that bird terrorized my younger brothers and I. When I got to finally free us from its terror, and then the ultimate justice, I got to eat him. Quote
The_Rooster Posted December 8, 2007 Author Posted December 8, 2007 I grew up on a small farm and we had a rooster go over to the dark side. He was pure evil. That's just like, your opinion, man. I was about 6 or 7 years old when he cornered me in the barn, and I had to free myself with a pitch fork. That'll teach you. Stay out of the barnyard, buddy! Later he pecked my Grandmother on the calve as she was kneeling down and doing some weeding. It raised a huge welt. Bummer. Tough break. That was when we went out and KILLED the killer chicken. You asshole. As I brought the ax down on it’s out stretched neck a certain feeling of relief, and sadness went through me. Murder. Plain and simple. My Mother stewed that bird. I have never had any chicken that tasted better. It we good, that bird terrorized my younger brothers and I. When I got to finally free us from its terror, and then the ultimate justice, I got to eat him. Hopefully it gave you the shits and got in the last word. :anger: Quote
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