Chicken And His Therapist

comic about chicken and his therapist

Chicken And His Therapist

I hate to admit it, but I have some serious poultry problems. It all started out innocently enough. I thought it might fun to have a chicken or two. Some friends had told me how they started to raise a few chickens in their yard, and almost overnight they were getting free eggs. Or practically free anyway. Well, let me tell you, and you can quote me on this: there's no such thing as free eggs. Oh sure, free eggs if you don't mind chicken poop everywhere. Funny thing about chickens, they don't know how to use a litter box. Believe me, I've tried. Yes, free eggs if you don't ever want to go on vacation again. Ever try to get someone to come and baby sit a bunch of damn chickens for a week or two? And here's another thing about those free eggs. They just keep coming. And coming. And coming. Every single freakin' day. At first you think you can sell a few, and you can. And then you think you can give away a few. And you can. But soon your best friends try to avoid eye contact with you on the street or in a store because they know you're going to try to push more damn eggs on them. That's what it's come to. I'm the God damn pusher man! But I'm making the first step to recovery. I'm admitting I need help. And I hope this message of mine will maybe make an impact on some others before they innocently go down the path that I did. Especially the children. Please, please, save a child today. Kill a chicken.