Friday, September 8, 2006

Interlude #50

Me: I think that potato soup has gone bad...smell it.

Him: It smells...funky!

Me: I'll give it to the chickens.

Him: ...and we'll see if _they_ die.

Me: They eat all sorts of shit, it won't hurt 'em. Hell, they eat Pocky's shit...which is a little too much recycling for me.

[note: Pocky eats the chicken's shit, hence the recycling. -- Ed.]

[I always wondered who Ed was when I'd read that...]

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