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| You know, I love being a rooster. No worries, all the feed you can eat, and all the hens I can, ahem, well, you know... | |
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| But lately I've been getting the weirdest looks from Gary, the farmhand that works for Farmer Joe. | |
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| It all started when I clawed the eyes out of his dog. That mutt was looking at MY women! I had every right to protect my hoes! Sometimes I can feel him watching me, don't know what his problem. | |
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| Joe was remarking to him how fat I've been getting lately though. Kind of worries me, since, ya know, I taste like chicken. I think I'll make an escape and try to find chicken valley. | |
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| Uh oh, looks like I was a little too slow. Well, nice knowing you all, look for me in your grocer's freezer! My new alias will be Purdue! | |
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