and the vorpal blade went snicker-snak
warmed up to 34 degrees today, so it was finally time for CHICKEN HARVEST II.
where once 33 chickens squawked and flapped, now 33 small frozen bodies lie silent and delicious in the freezer...
what do you do when your hands stink of death and there's fresh blood drying on your boots?
why, you go into town to check your email at the library!
fuckin brutal.
where once 33 chickens squawked and flapped, now 33 small frozen bodies lie silent and delicious in the freezer...
what do you do when your hands stink of death and there's fresh blood drying on your boots?
why, you go into town to check your email at the library!
fuckin brutal.