Wow. Who would have thought that I would have such high-class women (tractor-owning gals!) vying to commit virtual blog-related adultery with me? If this doesn’t say “book deal” I don’t know what does. That lady that wrote the bloggin’ & cheatin’ diary only had one measly male Lover. That is so Last Year, man. So lacking in synergistic lesbianistic polygamous ambience.
Uh-oh. Wait a minute. Now that I read a little more, I see that The Lover has dumped her. And then she got fired from her job because of her blog. Let me think. That means I will have to have a series of affairs. And I guess I would have to have a job first, to get fired from a job. This is getting really complicated.
Meanwhile, Rick was surprised to read on my blog that I was leaving him for I wasn’t sure who yet. I guess it would have been nicer to tell him first. Curse my bad memory and impulsiveness!
And through it all, look how they mock me, appearing right on my very doorstep.
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Such blatant disrespect. A cap gun would work nicely, or a fog horn might also help, although I’m not sure how the neighbors would feel about that so early in the day.
Also, and I speak from experience, it is difficult to keep up multiple continuos affairs. Rick would start to wonder where youwere. The chicks would talk behind your back and frankly probably go live with the turkeys as a form of rebellion. I say stay where you have a good thing!
the turkey is probably looking for food for the turkey puppies, whatever they’re called. before the people came and built homes and chicken castles, there was plenty of stuff to eat.
and no BB’s.
That just isn’t right. You really need to show them who is boss. I think if you walked out ther eand wrung it’s neck then served it up on a nice platter and ate it while sitting on the patio the others might take notice.
Hmmm. I see that Toi and Karen have amnesia, or else they are taking this opportunity to appear as if they have no interest in becoming your love slave.
Here’s my chance….
Get a racoon! I’m telling you that they are really good at killing turkeys……..uhh…they probably eat chickens too…didn’t think of that one.
What if you sat out there with an axe? And then every time they started like they were going to come into the yard, you could start sharpening it or something. Turkeys have a fear of axes imbedded in their DNA, right? I mean…survival of the fittest might not necessarily be on their side, but I would venture a bet that if one turkey saw it’s friend get his head chopped off, that memory would somehow find a way to become encoded in the DNA for future generations. Right??
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