Thanks to Backyard Poultry magazine, I have a world-class chicken ranch. That’s right, I have become a poulterer. Thus, I deal in rooster eggs and chicken wine. I savor chicken tea with noodles and dine on drumstick marmalade.
And YOU said that I couldn’t do it. That’s right, the naysayers and ne-er do-well’s with their chicken-hatin’ chatter. Oh, you know who you are you chicken-hatin’ anti-poulterers!
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