coming home to a front porch with fresh chicken shit.
AKA – the chicken lives!
(Hey, it’s the little things)
coming home to a front porch with fresh chicken shit.
AKA – the chicken lives!
(Hey, it’s the little things)
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Conflict is the gadfly of thought. It stirs us to observation and memory. It instigates to invention. It shocks us out of sheeplike passivity, and sets us at noting and contriving.

That’s what thanks you get for feeding it.LOL I would still be good.