Sometimes when I'm on BYC, I feel like the kid who was picked last. Oh wait, I was the kid picked last.
Once again, my personality strikes and I'm left unliked. Ah well.
I think I'll go hug a chicken.
Once again, my personality strikes and I'm left unliked. Ah well.
I think I'll go hug a chicken.
Hens go broody when you don’t want them to… and won’t go broody when you do. 
