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Looks to me like he did a fairly good job of kicking the shiiit out of that bastard. After that last good kick that lifted it off the ground a foot or so that rooster had had enough.

Was that Jim Conrad and his boy?

I remember the geese. We weren’t allowed to use the bathroom in the farmhouse in the summer so we had to run the goose gauntlet to the outhouse. I figured them bastids out quick.

My mom would have layed a switch on my ass, for trying to kick the chicken, over and over!

Something tells me dad is a sissy too.

Two f ucking tards and a chicken. Could be a sitcom and dumb f ucks would watch it.

My aunt had two huge goblers when I was a kid. No hens, just those to jacked up Tom's. They didn't bother anyone else, I was the only kid. They were as tall as me, I was afraid of them, and afraid of getting in trouble for hurting them.



One day they came for me while Dad and I were cutting wood, Dad said "Stand your ground, find a stick and whack them." My stick was a good thick locust, I swung for the bleachers. He collapsed and went stiff. Wings out, head down, quivering.
"Holy hell boy! You weren't supposed to kill it! What are we gonna tell your aunt?"

The other one, jumped right on his buddy and started beating the tar out of him.
After a bit the one on the ground staggered up, and they got to fighting. Had their necks wrapped around each other like tangled rope, then the spurs got to kicking.

They would still try to come after me after that.
But I didn't back down, and carried some kind of weapon.
After a while they lost interest.

That’s funny Dillonbuck.