so we've done it again.
or rather, mom and heather have done it again.
chickens. two of them. and they're smelly, stinky, ugly, and extremelly useless until they get older and can finally lay some breakfast for us. but i'm having nothing to do with them, and as you may have guessed i feel quite bitter about it because pets in our family just don't like me. like seriously they hate me. our last chicken attacked my foot and drew blood for NO APPARENT REASON! and the same with the crow before it, junior.
well i'm not bitter, that was an overstatement, but you get the point. i don't like pets.
end of post.
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