I was gonna go to bed but I ran across a story of a voodoo chicken head closing a road here in Florida. This creates so many questions in my mind I can’t sleep.
Where do you buy this chicken head? “Just Chickenheads.” “Everything is a Chickenhead.” I can’t even imagine what my local butcher would say if I walked in and asked for a full house of chicken heads.
How do you carry this chicken head with you? Chicken head holster? In that compartment with a zipper in your purse? Money clip? Although I think the chicken head would slip out of the money clip. Makes for an embarrassing situation at Nordstrom when checking out and the hot blonde behind you, stops, points and says “Is that your chicken head?”
I’m single and live alone. I have had a crazy life. I have seen and done many things I don’t recommend. I can assure you that I have never had a chicken head on my person, in my house or even in my hand. If someone were to try to hand me one I am confident that I would not pause in my retort; “WTF would I want with that. It’s a chicken head.”
In this new leaf I have turned over I am trying to see good over the bad, the positive over the negative, etc. So if chickenheads are your thing have a good time—it could be worse…you could be a beef or fish lover.