Tuesday, August 18, 2009

RIP, chicken

Thus ended one of the $2 family of horrific yellow chickens which have populated various surfaces in the house at the end of the world for many months now. An ignoble fall into a poorly-crocheted mp3-player case.

The chicken in happier times. *Snif* Farewell, o garish tribute to commercialism.


  1. He was strong in life. His spirit will find his way to the halls of his fathers.

  2. I certainly hope not, 'cause his fathers are still on top of the fridge. I don't want ghost chickens in my fridge...

  3. ...or on top of my computer monitor...