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I laughed til my stomach hurt over the kung-fu chicken kid. We used to have a rooster named Charlie who hated everyone except my oldest son. That lil son-uva-b was MEAN I tell ya! He was so bad I would feel paranoid everytime I went outside, just waiting for him to jump out of the shadows and flog me. Chaz, on the other hand, could run all over the yard while holding onto his tailfeathers. Go figure.
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