Today in chicken news:
Sirrah says he’s recovering nicely from his trauma, but that he’s going through some sort of a chicken-existential crisis. Sirrah says that she COULD tell him why he’s really here, but (since that’s pretty much McNugget related) she doesn’t really want to.
In other news from Memphis, Sirrah recently purchased this remarkable carrying case for the Rubber Chicken Society (Travelling) Puppet Theater:
Considering the fact that the puppet theater is constructed largely out of a discarded Pabst Blue Ribbon box, we really feel that we’ve come up in the world. Sirrah is also in the process of making our first RCS movie, featuring Avogadro. Stay tuned. It should be sick.
In other news, Kelly found a copy of Kevin’s KFC application this morning:
Conversation With Kelly:
Kelly: I found a copy of Kevin’s KFC application this morning. It’s no wonder they haven’t called him back. Where it asks for a phone number, he just wrote, “No.”
me: Wait…why does he still have a copy of the application? Didn’t he turn it in?
Kelly: Guess not. Evidently, he just filled it out and then walked all over it. He’s getting seriously despondent about them not calling him back, though. Also, he’s broke, so I cut him off of the pseudo crack.
me: Seriously? You won’t even front your chicken ground up baby aspirin?
Kelly: Look, I can’t start this frontin’ shit. If I do it for the chicken, then everybody else is going to expect me to do it for them.
me: Everyone else WHO?
Kelly: The dogs and shit. I can’t be having this “I’ll pay you Tuesday for a squeaky toy today” crap. I got to do for ME!
me: OMG, you’re pretending to be Drexl from “True Romance” again aren’t you?
Kelly: Yeah, but mainly only the part before he gets shot.