Chicken Scratch
Howdy-doo, mammals!! Pardon me, whilst I finish up my green tea latte…holy cluckin’ hen feathers – is this EVER A GOOD DRINK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Buk-AAAAAWK!!!!
So, last night the Banjo Buddies went to see Billy Bob Thornton, and didn’t take along ole Charlie. Here’s wishing them all he best with the flea circus I set free in their bedroom suite…
If there’s one actor I always thought I could relate to, it’s gotta be Billy Bob. He’s pluckin’ funnier than hell, and more than just a little bit crude on occasion. I’m funnier than hell, and often crude. Especially if somebody’s got an eye on my chicken wings!!
Plus, he’s a lady’s man, while I remain the original chick magnet.
Buk-AAAAWK!!!!
Anyways, I woulda killed to be there, and see Mr. Bob. We coulda swapped stories about the best beer to have with chicken feed, or chatted about how he could hook me up with that Halle Berry hubba-hubba from one of his movies. I coulda been a roadie for him!!
I will not soon forget this, Evil Oppressor Of Poultry!!!
Anyways…say, this green tea latte is one swell swig of brew. I mean, it ain’t about to replace beer in my diet, but for a Sunday morning, to help prop up my battered soul, it hits the spot.
Hmm…should I ever use a sentence with the word “batter” in it???
Howdy-doo, mammals!! Pardon me, whilst I finish up my green tea latte…holy cluckin’ hen feathers – is this EVER A GOOD DRINK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Buk-AAAAAWK!!!!
So, last night the Banjo Buddies went to see Billy Bob Thornton, and didn’t take along ole Charlie. Here’s wishing them all he best with the flea circus I set free in their bedroom suite…
If there’s one actor I always thought I could relate to, it’s gotta be Billy Bob. He’s pluckin’ funnier than hell, and more than just a little bit crude on occasion. I’m funnier than hell, and often crude. Especially if somebody’s got an eye on my chicken wings!!
Plus, he’s a lady’s man, while I remain the original chick magnet.
Buk-AAAAWK!!!!
Anyways, I woulda killed to be there, and see Mr. Bob. We coulda swapped stories about the best beer to have with chicken feed, or chatted about how he could hook me up with that Halle Berry hubba-hubba from one of his movies. I coulda been a roadie for him!!
I will not soon forget this, Evil Oppressor Of Poultry!!!
Anyways…say, this green tea latte is one swell swig of brew. I mean, it ain’t about to replace beer in my diet, but for a Sunday morning, to help prop up my battered soul, it hits the spot.
Hmm…should I ever use a sentence with the word “batter” in it???
Buk-AAAAAWK!!!!
Cluck for now!!
Cluck for now!!
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