Thursday, April 02, 2009
The Fall of Single Feather...
Chicken.
Not chicken chop, not chicken cutlet, not chicken rice, not anything food related.
Neither is it the animal, or a reference for cowardice.
And not talking about chicks either. The spelling is already different.
I'm talking about this:
Chicken Pox.
My sister's dear DAUGHTER got infected with chicken pox somehow.
See the red dots? No? Try enlarging the picture by clicking on it. The red arrows point to some of the dots.
The pimple like thingies only make HER look more manly.
Not that I mind if you call her a boy, cause she really looks like one.
Only thing that I mind, is that my sisters and mother still kisses her face despite the sticky, exploding, yucky, gross yellowish green liquid that is trapped inside the red dots.
*shrugs*
Women. Go figure.
Later...
"Detect, Deter, Observe, Report." - Mall Cop.
Taken by one of the magicians::
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