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26 August, 2007
Chasing Grandpa's Chickens
So, who knew I could kill a chicken with my bare hands? Hmm... My Dad's rooster went after Elias in the back yard...and I paralyzed him. oops. Yes, I am still vegetarian...but I may take a bite of that %$#&* Rooster.
1 comment:
that was seriously the funniest story i've ever heard. gotta protect those little boys.
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