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.
He was strong in life. His spirit will find his way to the halls of his fathers.
ReplyDeleteI certainly hope not, 'cause his fathers are still on top of the fridge. I don't want ghost chickens in my fridge...
ReplyDelete...or on top of my computer monitor...
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