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rooster attack tonight cause the stupid human was tripping




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Just shoved four White Castles down my gullet and chased 'em with a couple of chicken rings. Gourmet food, for sure. Getting bagels built for tomorrow's breakfast with a couple of huge goose eggs for filling.
When I wuz a little kid, White Castle hamboogers were the epitome of epicurean perfection. They cost 8c each, and we'd stop and get a big white bag full of those little shoebox bun holders.

Last time I had a White Castle hambooger, they had risen 50% in price to 12c each. Wonder what they are now...

My Gawd... I just checked: 97c each. <-- that is a 1200% increase from my kidhood to today!

Interesting data: Ag is at $22. So a silver quarter has about $4 melt value. $4 would buy you four WC hamboogers.

Continuing the comparison: A silver quarter will buy you four WC boogers today.

So WC boogers are actually cheaper today than they were in my kidhood. Back then, a silver quarter would by you three WC boogers.
 
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this was pretty cool and a pretty bird too

I would give my left nut and a year in h.ell to own that. Didja see the fargin avionics? You don't haveta know doodly-squat about navigation! Point and fargin click, and your whole route is laid out. Jeez.

Amazing fact: If you work out the numbers, this aerioplane gets between 15-20 MPG. Couple this number with the fact you go as the bird flies, not around the mountains and lakes. A trip that takes 200 miles by car might take 20 miles by air. And you never get stuck in traffic jams.
 
rooster attack tonight cause the stupid human was tripping




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Rooster story: My favorite aunt was on the porch at the farm. The Lord High Sheriff Rooster was lording around the front yard.

Auntie sez to my Unca: "I'm going to shoot the ground between his legs and make him jump."

Brings up the .22, *BANG* -- Rooster drops dead as a stone. Ooops.
 
We kids had to gather the eggs each day. The rooster learned not to screw with me after I was taught to just take my hat off and swat him as hard as I could right across his beak.

He went from outright aggression to fake attacks to suddenly finding something interesting at the other end of the chicken coop.

I do geeses the same way.
 
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