i have a question.

[CelticFrog]

Although I'm not sure about ripped, blood stained pieces of Bible.

Sheath, I just got another idea for the book.

Ang

 

[killallhippies]

You never said nuffin' about puke.

And it's not like you bring the chicken shit IN. You take the nicked flesh and chunks of jawbone and all that stuff OUT to the chicken shit.

In big, thick plastic bags. Black ones. Not clear.

Ang

the smell of the chicken shit will inevitably lead to me vomiting. i've smelt it before. bad smell!! BAD SMELL!!

 

[sheath]

Although I'm not sure about ripped, blood stained pieces of Bible.

Sheath, I just got another idea for the book.

Ang

The road to hell is paved with blasphemy...



S.

 

[midwestyankee]

You know, you could get rid of the flesh AND the bones just by putting the whole lot... of shaven hair and chunks of nicked flesh of course... into an equal amount of chicken shit.

Equal amount being 267 pounds of nicked flesh would need 267 pounds (or more) of chicken shit.

In 24 hours, you'll have a small pile of grey-white powder stuff. That's easy to flush. And vacuum.

Not that I'd know.

Ang

You realize, don't you, that this is the weekly output of nearly 1,000 chickens? Tyson hardly produces this much.

 

[sheath]

You realize, don't you, that this is the weekly output of nearly 1,000 chickens? Tyson hardly produces this much.

You actually RESEARCHED that?

Damn, you're good.

S.

 

[CelticFrog]

Well, I never SAID it was a particularly FEASIBLE idea, did I? Huh? Huh? Did I?

I just said it would work. And it would, if the logistics were particularly copacetic.

But then again, just as before... not that I'd know.

I don't know shit.

(God, I needed a thread like this today...)
Ang

 

[ABN_Ranger]

I can't believe you stole my chicken shit line... I wanna have that copyrighted... It's mine... MINE I SAY!!!! Mine, mine, mine!!!

I actually used it at work today... you'de be surprised how fast that line will clear a room when everyone can't tell if you're serious or not.


J

 

[CelticFrog]

I can't believe you stole my chicken shit line... I wanna have that copyrighted... It's mine... MINE I SAY!!!! Mine, mine, mine!!!

I actually used it at work today... you'de be surprised how fast that line will clear a room when everyone can't tell if you're serious or not.


J

Darling, I'd never steal that line. But it was necessary to bring it up, and you weren't exactly in that sort of mood earlier.

So I used it in your stead. After all, if you ask Sheath, we share a brain so how do you know it wasn't MY line in the first place, you just said it first?



Ang

 

[NaiveOne]

Celtic and Ranger...

You two are cute!

 

[CelticFrog]

Re: Celtic and Ranger...

You two are cute!

Even with bloodshot eyes and an overwhelming presence of gloom surrounding our house?

*sigh*

Ang

 

[midwestyankee]

You actually RESEARCHED that?

Damn, you're good.

S.

Research? Hell, I'll show you research. Research that stinks so bad you have to wear a bandana and worry about lung cancer from a single day's work.

When I was but a lad of more hormones than experience, and fewer dollars in the bank than pimples on the chin, I worked for a poultry processing company. My job was to ride in a truck out to poultry farms and collect chickens. All day. Start at midnight and round up chickens until almost noon.

Chickens actually shit a lot, but it's not partcularly weighty stuff. The "floor" in a henhouse is dried up chicken output. So the chicken picker-upper (my job) grabs a chicken by the legs, carries it upside down and collects about 20 pounds of the little rascals in one hand. Then 20 pounds in the other hand. Of upside down chickens who aren't especially happy that they have had their last happy meal of little nitrogen pellets before they become a part of another happy meal.

As jobs went in that town buried deep in the bowels of New England, it was good pay and that was all you could say for it. Oh, and please don't ever ask about the day the farmer offered to run the sprinkler for a few minutes to cut down the dust - just before he got a long phone call.

 

[CelticFrog]

Oh, and please don't ever ask about the day the farmer offered to run the sprinkler for a few minutes to cut down the dust - just before he got a long phone call.

No fair.


Ang

 

[PinkOrchid]

 

[CelticFrog]

*snort*