remember that one time we killed chickens? i didn't dress for the occasion, and i still have chicken blood on my moccassins. it was so freakin cold. but it was so much fun. that woman was crazy. remember how she said lots of weird things, like "this is why women are the way they are!" and your bother was like, "...because of the chickens?" and then she stuck the water faucet up one of the chicken butts, let it bulge with water, then stabbed it and the insides squirted on my face? that was gross. and i was just like, wow... this woman is insane. and then you became facebook friends with the daughter. wow. that was great. and we only got paid 15 bucks for it... but it was still great fun. i just wish we would've kept the feet and put them in jello. ha, that reminds me of jello, and HER keys... i'll have to put up another post about that some other time.
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