Thursday, March 17, 2011

Chickens

I have said it before and I am saying it again; my mother is not your average mother. On this holiday I and my siblings stopped to have a drink downtown and thought "we should see if our mother is drunk off her ass and needs a ride home from the bar" and sure enough we were right.

When we surprise our mother she calls us "good little chickens" and tonight we were the best.

Merriweather

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