Chicken Scratch

Happy Saturday, Mammals!

Today is 06 07 08. How cluckin’ freaky is that??

Anyhoo…

So, today yer lookin’ at the end result of a high-pressure sales tactic. Some pimple-faced teenaged human workin’ the Wal-Mart Photo booth hit us up to pose, and we gots ourselves a mitt-full of prints afterwards. We were in Wal-Mart to peruse their pet food section, which lemme tell ya – kinda blows in the chicken feed department…

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

So, this aggressive little freckle factory hauls us in, and starts snappin’ photos. I had to brush my comb – how’s that for irony??

Cornelius is tryin’ to fit in more with the humans in our house. That stupid bathin’ suit of his looks cluckin’ ridikilus. Come on, even a pluckin’ chicken oughta know paper ain’t gonna repel no water…

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

The three amigos are still a handful. Not sure why nobody has come back to pick them up yet, but lemmee tell ya – the joke is getting’ old. If the Great Chicken was tryin’ to teach me a life lesson, he’s only drivin’ up the stock prices on malt liquor and filter-tip cigerrettes – my nerves is on edge!!

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

So, here we are – a dysfunkshional group if ever there wuz one. And the little cluckers all seem to be leaning towards Corny – I guess when I exploded yesterday, they got the message. For Pete’s sake, man – the La-Z-EE-Boy is NOT a litter box!!

Better run. No reason, just getting’ tired of typin’.

Cluck for now!!