This Chicken is too sexy for its job

I'm too sexy for my job, too sexy for my job, my job's gonna leave me!
I'm a Chicken, you know what I do, and I'll do that lil' turn on the Farmwalk...

Yesterday was the day This Chicken finally received the much awaited enlightenment: That this Chicken needs to fly away from the Coop.

Seriously, just when about a minute before that This Chicken was still holding on to the much mentioned mantra "I'll rot here. I plan to rot here."

It just had to happen, I suppose. The days of feeling good about farting good brown eggs is about to come to an end, that's what This Chicken is feeling at the pit of its stomach.

And This Chicken's stomach aches. Pruuuut...!

Oops, farted out smelly air again instead of a nice brown egg. (Id est, I did not work at work today.)

But what's new? Truth is there has not been that many good brown eggs lately. All This Chicken been farting out are makeshift whatever-sempat eggs. Or kena-tipu-so-kena-fart-out eggs. Which are actually not real eggs. Meaning you can't eat the eggs.

Cause if you do eat them eggs, you'd be er.. stupid. Sorry about that. But it is the truth. Garbage in, garbage out, no? Yes.... So there's no need to re-eat the garbage ya?

This Chicken's gonna sing...

I'm too sexy for my job, too sexy for my job, my job's gonna leave me!
I'm a Chicken, you know what I do, and I'll do that lil' turn on the Farmwalk...

p/s: Id est or better known as i.e., means "that is" or "in other words". Cool eh?

Chicken delegated

This Chicken is tired, angry, freaked out, and damn irritated.

Tired from having the day-trip fly-out-of-the-Coop thing yesterday.

Angry from having read the list of eggs that needed to be farted out.

Freaked out from having realised that Lil Napoleanina, Stupid Farmer (oh yeah, didn't I tell you Farmer got promoted to Stupid Farmer for reasons I bet you can just guess?) and Donkey are going behind Chicken's back and plotting stuff that will contribute to my demise?

And finally, damn irritated. Because This Chicken knew this was coming. Can This Chicken cheat her own doomsday?

And oh, This Chicken HATE Lil Napoleanina and Stupid Farmer for being such a self-centered, agonizingly moronic fuckery beings who only deserve a flying kick on their asses for doing this.

Moral of the story: If you're gonna have to fly away from the Coop, don't do day-trips. I knew I should've taken sick leave today. Farts!

p/s: I am kinda proud that I came up with 'agonizingly moronic fuckery' for this post, which goes to show you only need a bit or air to fart. Oooh... I just smiled at my own wankery joke.