I wonder how many of your readers have shoveled chicken shit?This one has - way too much.
When I was a little boy, I liked to sit in the nests on the outside of the chicken shed on my grandparents' farm in Oklahoma. As a consequence, one of my uncles gave me a bag of chicken mash as a Christmas present.
My wife says she never shoveled chicken doo-doo, but she did step in it with bare feet as child. "Gross!" she still exclaims.
Your wife has been places I have not. It's the weight of chicken poop that's so hard about it because of the compaction.For over all stench that will ruin smiles where ever you go with just a little bit on your shoes it's the piggy's hands down!
As you may recall, Bartertown was powered by pigshit.
Um, chickenshit shoveler here; just for my chickens. But they're all dead now, so no more of that.
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I wonder how many of your readers have shoveled chicken shit?
This one has - way too much.
When I was a little boy, I liked to sit in the nests on the outside of the chicken shed on my grandparents' farm in Oklahoma. As a consequence, one of my uncles gave me a bag of chicken mash as a Christmas present.
My wife says she never shoveled chicken doo-doo, but she did step in it with bare feet as child. "Gross!" she still exclaims.
Your wife has been places I have not. It's the weight of chicken poop that's so hard about it because of the compaction.
For over all stench that will ruin smiles where ever you go with just a little bit on your shoes it's the piggy's hands down!
As you may recall, Bartertown was powered by pigshit.
Um, chickenshit shoveler here; just for my chickens. But they're all dead now, so no more of that.
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