Today I killed(to eat anyways) and plucked my first chicken today all under the guidance of my grandmother and it was an experience let me tell you. I haven't laughed that much in a very long time. Oh, not because I killed a chicken, I'm not a sadist after all ha it was because of the face my grandmother (whom hasn't killed or gutted a chicken in thirty or forty years) made when she was showing me how to gut it. "Oh my God! I don't remember chickens stinking this bad!"
followed by a stream of swears. Me and my mother almost hit the ground we laughed so hard.

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