Chicken Scratch

Easter? Eggs??? They ain’t BUNNY eggs, you heathen human beans!!!

Buk-AAAAWK!!!!!

Well, good mornin’ anyways.

So, ole Charlie is knucklin’ down, gettin’ ready to do his taxes. Man, who knew numbers could make a noggin hurt so bad??? These tax turkeys must get paid by the form!!

Buk-AAAAWK!!!!

Every year around this time, I have ta get creative – find ways to explain how I spend or obtain my chicken scratch. Not like it’s anybody’s business! A chicken has a right ta sum fundamental privacy, if ya asks me…

Buk-Buk-Buk….

Buk-AAAAWK!!!!

So, here’s the plan for this year – I’m livin’ off a charitable income trust, funded by interest payments from the orphanage I run. Who’d take money from a guy that runs an orphanage? Ha Ha Ha!!!!!

If they don’t like that, they can batter my backside, and kiss….

Sorry. This really gets my giblets. The cluckin’ government always has their hands out, but what do I get in return? I don’t get no subsidy to offset the cost of my claw-softener lotion, or the loads of anti-histamines I have to take every day, to clear off the runny parts on my beak. It all adds up, for cluck’s sake.

AAAAWK!!!!

Better wrap it up early this week. My numbers ain’t balancin’. I think I may need to find someone to act as my ailin’ aunt, to get a bit more tax breakage….

Cluck for now!!