lets get one thing straight here.
chickens. i hate them.
dont get me wrong, i love the little buggers if their not running away from, me when i try to put them in the chicken yard.
i just hate running after them while trying to put them back in the coop.
its a REALLY demented relay that i for one, really dont like doing. but someone has to look out for the stupid things you know? its like were all in a giant chicken yard, each with our own insecurities chasing us around and eventually putting us in that chicken coop. when does it start and more importantly, when will it end? ive realized that eventually well all kick the bucket. not exactly the best thing to think, but lets face it, you gotta wonder if the grim reaper is the guy thats chasing us around in his giant chicken yard.
thats a morbid sight. seeing a really thin dude like that, running around in a bathrobe, crotch flapping around in the breeze like a wierd and stupid noodle!and now my nose itches. this really isnt helping me at all.
but i dont like running after the chickens, i end up all hunched over and my back starts to hurt a little bit! gerg… thats something i want to avoid as much as possible. hurt back and chasing chickens.