Thursday, November 14, 2002


[Sung to the tune "Sometimes I Feel Like A Motherless Child"]
SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE A HEADLESS CHICKEN

As a child growing up in upstate ny, my family raised chickens. The day came when my mother decided it was time for me to kill supper. Oh yes, there were mishaps but I will spare you the details. The farmer was sent out to do the same thing for dinner and the chicken lived. As a matter of fact it live for a year and a half!

Check out the story of Mike the Headless Chicken and then try to gross me out with something just as fascinating [or gross].

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