I’m dreaming of a white chicken…
Baby Sam wishes you the merriest of Christmases!
Posted: December 25th, 2019 under animals, birds, holidays.
Comments: 11
Comments
Comment from Pupster
Time: December 25, 2019, 1:00 pm
Guess what?
Happy happy Stoaty and Badger and minions.
Comment from weasel again
Time: December 25, 2019, 1:17 pm
Merry Christmas, Pups. That expression remains one of the more unexplainable to Brits.
We had a very enjoyable exchange of loot this morning. Most of the gifts we gave each other had to do with keeping warm. Socks, slippers, gloves, hand warmers. And very grateful for them, too. I reckon we’re old.
Did you know they make USB heating devices…?
Comment from MrsMGunz
Time: December 25, 2019, 6:25 pm
Merry Christmas to all, and God bless us, everyone!
Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: December 25, 2019, 6:26 pm
Chicken Butt Tax.
and here I thought the New Jersey “pumpkin used for decoration” tax was silly.
How do these people keep getting re-elected?
Comment from OldFert
Time: December 25, 2019, 7:15 pm
Durned — As Stalin was supposed to have said, it’s not the voters that count, it’s who counts the votes.
Merry Christmas to all!
Comment from ron
Time: December 25, 2019, 8:37 pm
While a friend was enjoying family festivitys, Chicken Clause slipped 3 surplus bantams into his Poultry Palace.
That’s how I take care of extras.
Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: December 25, 2019, 9:44 pm
A late “Merry Christmas” to the House of Mustelidae, Uncle Badger and S. Weasel… may the new year bring happiness and plenty.
Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: December 25, 2019, 10:46 pm
They are cute – I suppose there is a chance we might acquire some poultry when we become ‘farmers’ out Texarkana way.
No Pig!
Comment from BJM
Time: December 26, 2019, 3:09 am
Do you hear what I hear?
Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: December 26, 2019, 10:44 am
@BJM
Wait, he’s still President?
I don’t understand!
They voted to in peach him!
Why isn’t he in peaches?!!
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