Last couple of weeks, the Farmer annoyed the heck out of this Chicken so much so this Chicken do not know what to say when come the weekend, the Farmer got the cheek to ask This Chicken for help. As if all the sarcasm that went into Farmer's speech a few days before that weekend didn't happen.
C'mon! R.E.S.P.E.C.T! Is that too much to ask.
And today. Today the morning started so nicely for this Chicken and the Farmer had to ruin it again by doing another booboo.
First at 10AM this Chicken got a wire saying, "Go here. 1PM. Fart eggs."
So this Chicken replied the wire, "Please give more details about 'here'. Where's 'here' exactly?"
No reply to this wire.
This Chicken tried calling for more details. No one answered.
Oh-kay. How do we do this, think Chicken, think. So says Chicken to meself.
This Chicken tried calling other Chickens. A few calls and no one seems to know about this particular egg-thing.
Finally this Chicken went to the general whereabouts of 'here'. Spent 30 minutes combing the bloody building then finally found what seems like a potential egg-thing happening.
Thank goodness it was the right 'here'. And I guess thank you Farmer for giving this Chicken a chance to exercise, window shop, consider reflexology in between and fart an egg out.
Sheeeeeesh...
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