demiseofaugust:

183/365 July 5, 2010

demiseofaugust:

 180/365 July 02, 2010

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jessieshungry:

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This is Chicken.  She has a tumor.

Jessie: Groady died.
Carlos:  Did he get eaten?
Jessie:  No, she wasn’t even stiff yet.  She must have died right before we got home.
Carlos:  What did you guys do with it?
Jessie:  We buried her in the backyard, hahaha.
Carlos:  When are you going to have a giant gnarly burial?
Jessie:  When Chicken dies.  You better come to her funeral.
Carlos:  Is it going to be a cremation?  Scatter her ashes on the lake.  I’ll go to Chicken’s.  Just make it on a weekend.
Jessie:  Andy wants to cremate all of them but I think he just wants to set something on fire, haha. I’m going to make her a little coffin like Pam did for the bird in The Office.
Carlos:  Do it.  We can give her a Hunter S. Thompson funeral.  Shoot her ashes out of a cannon, and fireworks.
Jessie:  Chicken’s funeral needs to be as epic as the life she’s lived.
Carlos:  You can’t go wrong with cannons and fireworks.  We’ll book a band, too.
Jessie:  We’ll need Adam Sandler live so he can sing “My Little Chicken” and Kansas so they can play “Dust in the Wind”.

One of the many reasons why I love Carlos.  Besides Andy, he’s the only one I can hold a full conversation with solely about epic rat funerals.

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somethingintellectual:

I named him Mural, but I never took him home.

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gatekeeper:

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