Tag Archives: chicken

Random claptrap.

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Have you ever tried this?

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I found it last week and it isn’t half bad. Apparently smashing citrus fruit and mixing it with vodka is a Maryland crab bake tradition.

This next one is all I’m going to say about the travesty happening in Texas. Because common sense is common sense, and if men were the ones who got pregnant? There would be clinics on every street corner.

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Have you ever felt like you just aren’t accomplishing enough?

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There.

I feel better already.

And finally, it’s never too early to start that Christmas knitting.

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Random stuff cluttering up my phone.

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Am I the only one who does this? You see something and think to yourself… I need to blog that. Then you save it on your camera roll only to have it languish there for weeks because it doesn’t deserve its own post?

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Yeah, like that. Weird, probably worthy of a joke, but not enough to build a blog around.

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And I’m sure that’s perfectly delightful, for everyone but the chicken who’s suffocating in a plastic bubble and probably terrified at the cornucopia of sweaty flesh on display at the shore… but an entire post? No.

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Maine real estate has always been high, but right now it’s absolutely insane. When the average median price for a house is 3/4’s of a million? You know people have lost their minds. And in case you’re wondering, the cheapest price shown is in a town that was nothing but redneck trailers and two bedroom ranches a decade or so ago.

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Yes, I could blog about how no one but the wealthy can afford a home up here anymore… but that’s too depressing.

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So I’ll end with Lord Dudley Mountcatten helping me make the bed.

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Needless to say, the bed did not get made that morning.

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Random clutter

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Question: Does Lord Dudley Mountcatten need to travel around the block like a little astronaut?

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Answer: He most definitely does not.

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Jesus wept. Somewhere, someone thought this was a good idea.

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Albino broccoli? I can see that….

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I’m over the abundance of rude license plates you see on the roads these days. They’re not funny, just rude.

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You know you haven’t been drinking enough barn cocktails when you reach for some fruit… but find you could harvest penicillin instead.

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I think identifying these as “American” is overkill.

As if any other country would do this….

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Random Christmas things that made me laugh.

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Cats rule.

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Thank you kitty, I’ve always hated that elf.

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Ah, Facebook. Why your algorithms think I’m in constant need of this product is a mystery I fear I’ll never solve.

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On the bright side, packing for that trip won’t take as long this year.

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Yes Karen… He’s talking to you.

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Chicken Godzilla. Rampaging through a Christmas village near you…

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It’s 2020…. kiss your visions of sugarplums goodbye.

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Pandemic humor.

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Because laughing beats the alternative.

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Please. I’m begging you…

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Anal probe be damned. A day out is a day out.

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Thank you Hubert.

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How about we pee on everyone who refuses to wear one? That might change some minds.

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Run, chicken!

Run!

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Don’t laugh, by January this might be a reasonable option.

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Proof positive Covid is affecting everyone.

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I love my town.

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And I love their Facebook group page.

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A moo disorder?

More likely the poster has a Budweiser disorder.

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Okaaaay.

I’m not sure what Doug did to rate a shout out, but I’ll go with it.

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Damn. All I have under my bed is dust bunnies… where’s the fun in that?

Here’s a random photo of ducks that were for sale at our local hardware store. I’m always tempted to bring home a few when the husband sends me up there for screws.

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Now there’s a platform no one can argue with.

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You do, you really do.

Does anyone know where I can score one of those beauties?

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I love my town.

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And what passes for local news on their Facebook page.

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No, I don’t know what’s happening either. But turtles are involved so it must be good.

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Goat shooing happens more often than you think here.

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Now this is news!

While we do live in Maine, moose are more commonly seen up north. Having one stroll our river is a sure way to fire up the locals.

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This is another type of wildlife sighting altogether. A traveling donkey who spends a few nights on your lawn by request. Made by a local artist, his name is Mr. H.

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Goats are still on the loose.

Clearly their walkabout is causing concern.

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But in happier news, the slandering chicken is back home on the drivay.

Perhaps if her owner learned how to spell she’d stay home more often.

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Because some things are strange enough for a second look.

 

This popped up in my Facebook memories today and since I wasn’t blogging here 5 years ago?

I have to share.

 

 

As seen in Goodwill, a rubber chicken.

 

 

It was a dog toy, but a more wrong rubber chicken you’re not apt to find.

I suppose you could say they were singing…. but I’m afraid my mind went elsewhere.

And for a further chuckle?

Read the detailed description that came with them.

I dare you not to laugh.

“This rubber chicken is not any ordinary chicken, when you squeeze him he makes a loud screaming sound, it can help you relaxing your pressure and bringing you good mood. This squeaky rubber chicken will make a comical addition to your dog’s toy chest! Screaming sound when you squeeze it “Squeeze me when you are happy. I will make you and your friend laugh” “Squeeze me when you are not happy. I will help you relax” “My shrilling scream will let you have unexpected fun and entertainment, relax and release stress.” Once you have this funny scream chicken you can lose your press and became more smooth.”

 

So go on….. squeeze your chicken.

Hear him scream.