So for the past week, I keep saying, "Chicken utters." And this is what happens.
Me: Chicken Utters!
Guy: Chickens don't have utters.
Me: But they should! Then they could produce milk, eggs, and when you're feeling carnivorous, you can make fried chicken!
Guy: -_-
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Me: You're a chicken butt!
Friend: Chicken Uttas!!
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Me: *runs into room and yells* CHICKEN UTTAS!!!
Teacher: ....
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And so... the reign of the chicken utter begins.
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The Boredom Book
RandomJust what the title says. Full of randomness. Who would wanna read this?
