That Stars/Kraken series is a decent blouse battle, but I don't really like either of them. Same in the other half of the West, only moreso.
We start the day with @Young Sandwich on the clock, @Asnito on deck, @Strawberry Fields on the lido deck, and mja on the lido afterdeck with two picks which will send us back up through the final round of this phase.
The other day there were two chickens standing together, one directly in front of the other. The chicken in the foreground was standing with its head pointing upward at a 45-degree angle to the left. The chicken in back was standing with its head pointing downward at a 45-degree angle to the right, so its head and neck were the only part of it you could see. From my vantage point, it looked as if the chicken in the foreground was slowly shitting out the chicken in the background from its ass. Like one of those shits where you have been camping for two days, but were afraid to shit in the woods because of the snakes, so you hold it in and then get home feeling gravid with a turd baby and unload a brown behemoth on your poor, defenseless toilet. The chicken in back was like the chicken in front's brown behemoth after camping, except that it was just an optical illusion.
What wasn't an optical illusion was last night when the f***ing rooster's insane ass attacked my leg as I was putting them to bed. I guess the c*** wanted me to hurry up so they could get their food, but either way he pecked me right on the shin, hard. It felt like a snake strike, and it drew blood. I went to kick him as hard as I could, but luckily (?) I pulled back and just kind of nudged him. This silly bitch is seriously playing with fire.
Chickens, man. Can't live with them, can't kick them to f***.
We start the day with @Young Sandwich on the clock, @Asnito on deck, @Strawberry Fields on the lido deck, and mja on the lido afterdeck with two picks which will send us back up through the final round of this phase.
The other day there were two chickens standing together, one directly in front of the other. The chicken in the foreground was standing with its head pointing upward at a 45-degree angle to the left. The chicken in back was standing with its head pointing downward at a 45-degree angle to the right, so its head and neck were the only part of it you could see. From my vantage point, it looked as if the chicken in the foreground was slowly shitting out the chicken in the background from its ass. Like one of those shits where you have been camping for two days, but were afraid to shit in the woods because of the snakes, so you hold it in and then get home feeling gravid with a turd baby and unload a brown behemoth on your poor, defenseless toilet. The chicken in back was like the chicken in front's brown behemoth after camping, except that it was just an optical illusion.
What wasn't an optical illusion was last night when the f***ing rooster's insane ass attacked my leg as I was putting them to bed. I guess the c*** wanted me to hurry up so they could get their food, but either way he pecked me right on the shin, hard. It felt like a snake strike, and it drew blood. I went to kick him as hard as I could, but luckily (?) I pulled back and just kind of nudged him. This silly bitch is seriously playing with fire.
Chickens, man. Can't live with them, can't kick them to f***.
