Egg run...soft fluffy chickens

Hello all you dirty anarchists.

Back from the crypt perhaps a little longer.

So...we have made a new friend and her name is the lovely jess. Her dad has a small chicken farm just outside of the city - st. thomas actually - he is raising some happy chicks to provide us with some tasty eggs, but sadly does not have much clientelle.

I thought it would be great fun to go for a visit and see some of our plumage covered sisters and thank them for the tastiness they provide us with. The only thing you would need to know is that since they have no hands they will not be washing the eggs for us...so some goop and crap may accompany the shell of the tasty cellular goodness...no harm done i hope.

now for the point of this rant. I was hoping to gather a small group interested in a possible greeting with our feathered friends and come back with a nice stock of pre-omelette sacrifice.

Cmon...when was the last time you saw a live chicken?

Even if can't come on the trip i'm sure someone can take an order to go for you.

So...don't have the details as of yet but perhaps some public interest may hasten the process.

anyhow...Take care all you crazy socialists and please take a shower, cuz if you smell worse than the chickens they might run away.

OOOOh...almost forgot...please bring your own egg cartons...so stock up. If you're like me i'm sure that won't be hard...for some strange reason they just seem to pile up.  I don't know, some sort of strange carton vortex...