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Road kill wigs me out.

Now, you make think I’m all Hooterfied because I tell you that and, yes, I grew up here but I left for a long time. The only animal I have ever hit in a car was a chicken. I was 16-years-old and I hit this chicken while being a wahoo. The farmer who owned the chicken (I did confess my hit and run as he was a friend of my grandfather) yelled at me that I had killed his dinner. True story.

I honestly don’t thing I’m the only one who has ever killed a chicken in a car before and I’m sure there are others like me. Damn chicken didn’t know to get out of the road. Of course, I was probably listening to bad 80s music and chitchatting with my friends. I tend to be clumsy and goofy.

It’s the possums that disturb me as road kill more than anything else. Possums are not handsome animals. They tend to be creepy and look like little hairy, less evolved leprechauns. And, yes, they do play dead and I just don’t like it. To be that scary looking and then to be play dead just doesn’t make sense to me.

Possums, as catfish are to me, are odd and freaky creatures. Catfish are not my friend and I still cannot forgive my friends who did not tell me when I confused a crappie with carp.

My friend Badger, who listens to me for reasons that I don’t always understand, does know that Squirrel Queen KNOWS about nature, but chooses not to share it with me. There was the day with the coyote that I thought was an ugly dog.

Now I must tell you the reason why I am writing this post. A.) Hopped up cough syrup. and B.) I want to throw a dead possum at some politicians right now in Nashville.

And C.) It amuses me.

* Yes, SQ is mean about nature. She tells me that gophers are puppies. I KNOW puppies now, Squirrelly. You are on notice.

**I need a vacation.

The image is of a real, live barking chicken

Let’s be clear. If  you are going to vote for John McCain, you think McCain won the debate. If you are going to vote for Barack Obama, you probably think Obama won the debate.

Am I right?

With the economy tanking, our foreign policy skills in the toilet and Sarah Palin being Sarah Palin, all I have to say is this picture cheers me up for absolutely no reason at all.

I don’t know why chickens amuse me, but they do.

As I’m an obituary junkie, please don’t let me die with this headline.

I must stop looking at obits.

H/T Fark