i saw an old maroon ford pick-up driving down the road at around 50 mph this morning with a live chicken sitting on its tool box. i.shit.you.not. i couldn't tell, but it looked like the chicken (it was a rooster actually) had a string or something around one of its legs, i'm guessing to keep it from blowing away. it was hard to see if it was anchored to anything.
imagine this: you're driving to work in the morning, barely awake, listening to whatever morning gizzfest with dj jake and the fatman (that was a great show), when all of a sudden a fucking live rooster smacks into your windshield. an extreme wake-up call, of sorts.
i miss the good old days when they just went cock-a-doodle-doo to wake you up. now they execute suicide missions jihad-style into moving cars' windshields.
come on, what state is better than louisiana? shaaaa.
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