I have a question.

How come every neighborhood I live in anywhere in the world always ends up with a fucking rooster in it eventually? That's right -- roosters in Brooklyn. If you don't believe me, you've obviously never been to Brooklyn. This time, I suspect it's the monks up the road.

I would like to know. Because I didn't think owning roosters was that fucking common.

Is it me?


MikejGrey said...

I know you weren't there for this, but the fucking rooster in the pratt parking lot and the security guard telling Lesley, Tasha, and I: "Birds free to be."

Words to live by.

I'm no Picasso said...


I'm bored and hungry. Come have Indian food with me.

MikejGrey said...

Same same.

Only not hungry.

I need some beers. Some beers that taste better. Colder.

Mr Nameless said...

Billy inserts predictable 'roosters follow you around because they know you love the cock' joke. Sigh.

I'm no Picasso said...


I'm no Picasso said...

PS -- Inserts. "Jokes".