On Wings of Chickens (a/k/a Gallus gallus domesticus)
Men fly headless, hopeless, and helpless into women.
I have come to the realization that they are merely shadflies squashed against the windshield
They are hooked by the headlights
My what traffic it creates
Be they men or mice?
Nay! They be chickens.
At first they appear featherless, then suddenly chicken skin appears.
Before you have time to take notice, a feather or two sprouts.
These are the rulers? The patriarchs? LMFAO
You have got to be kidding me!
The pickings of men with balls and/or backbone seem to be more and more scarce. - 5/26/06
Whoever said any cock'l do, must have been a ho!
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