Word up, featherless friends!!

My cousin Ken Francis is in town. And how ironic is that?? His initials are K.F.C.!!!

Ken is from the West Coast. Lots of chicken farms out there. He's not as lucky as me, gettin' to stay indoors all the time. Oh well, better than being battered and fried at least...

So, I've been teaching the ole Kenster a few things about city living - how late you have to stay up to see the really good stuff on cable TV, the magic of breakfast Pop-Tarts, and flush toilets. He REALLY needs to get used to that last one....

So far, he's been a pretty easy mark. I mean, come on, look at that sweet innocent face. He can't play Texas Hold 'Em for crap, so I'm really stuffing some chicken scratch into the old feather pillow this weekend!!

He also can't handle his booze all that well. More for me!!!!!

We plan on hitting the town tonight. I'm gonna show him a few things that might impress his colleagues back home. A tattoo of the Van Halen logo on your badonkadonk can get some attention, if ya know what I mean...

There's this great little roost here, just filled with chicks on a Saturday night. Cluckin' Hey!!!!

And that's enough for you guys today...the rest is on a need to know...

Cluck for now!!