Chick, please!

9 November, 2010 | | 3 Comments

I forget, some days, what a bloodthirsty bunch we’re raising here.  I just got home, and the first question I was asked by the Reigning Queen of Pink was the usual question, asked by kids from time out of mind:  What’s for dinner?

Big Ugly Man Doll:  Dinner will be something that happens to a chicken.
Reigning Queen of Pink:  Did you kill it yourself?
BUMD:  Um, what?
RQoP:  Did you kill the chicken with your own two hands?
BUMD:  While I’ll admit that with the day I’ve had that sounds pretty reasonable right now, no, I do not customarily perform avian exsanguinations. 
RQoP:  Oh.  Oh well.

She walked off disappointed, to the point where I was thinking, gosh, I should really bring home a live bird and kill it for her in the backyard or something, before I came to my senses.  Bloody minded little thing, I love her so.  Reminded me of this post, from the dawn of time.

3 Comments
  1. Kirsty Sayer says:

    LOL (for real ;)

  2. orange says:

    you want one of these: http://www.omlet.us/products_services/products_services.php?view=Eglu%20Classic

  3. admin says:

    Oh yes. Yes I do!

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