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You probably think you know what this is

No, it’s actually two chooks behind my front door. My last little hen has decided she has to lay an emergency egg behind door, and Mo – gentleman cockerel that he is – is giving her a privacy screen.

She’s done this twice. Chickens is nuts.

Today I had to take a bunch of pictures of me using a credit card machine, so I could explain to a flock of old ladies how to ring up their artwork sales. Credit card machine in one hand, cellphone in the other. Erm. Click to take picture with end of nose? That’ll do.

I guess weasels is nuts also.


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: June 12, 2023, 7:40 pm

Do you suppose that if you stuck, say, a corn kernel on the shutter button you could get Mo to help take your photos?

New topic: Carl picked Silvio Berlusconi, who croaked. Will we be diving into a new Dead Pool this coming Friday?

Comment from durnedyankee
Time: June 12, 2023, 8:16 pm

photos is easy to take!

Plenty of shots of my the holder on my belt!

Comment from durnedyankee
Time: June 12, 2023, 8:47 pm

Woah! I missed the significance that all those articles they suddenly posted about Bunga Bunga were because he died. 🤷‍♂️

I thought they were just doing stories on washed up politicians…. should I go back and see if Nicola Sturgeon died or will that come later?

Comment from Pupster
Time: June 12, 2023, 9:37 pm

Emergency Egg Layer and EEL Privacy Screen seem like pretty good chicken vocations. Quite heroic.

Comment from Armybrat
Time: June 14, 2023, 12:12 am

When my daddy was dying, we found out my mama had no idea how to use either an ATM or a card activated gas pump. My brother took a month off work to drive her around to teach her different ATMs and pumps. He would send us videos and it was both the funniest and saddest stuff I’ve ever seen.

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