This time, Huhnar isn’t coming back. Sad, but true. Our favorite anthropomorphic chicken is gone. He survived kidnapping and surgery, but his luck has finally run out.
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goodbye old friend
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That’s funny, I just saw him the other day and he looked fine. He was just being his usual stuffed self.
He lived a very full life, that’s true.
How was the stuffing?
Can we assume, based on the plunger hand thread, that you also had some potatoes with the meal?
I trust, of course, that Huhnar was free-range, lest you risk the wrath of Bea and Pamela.
I’d be more concerned with contracting some STD he picked up selling sex toys at Deja Vu.
This story had better have a happy Easter morning follow up.
How tragic! Thank goodness the beautiful hand-knit sweater was spared – it would have turned the soup a nasty shade of blaze orange. But now who’s going to wear it?!?
Is Easter the holiday where chickens come back to life? I’d forgotten all about that… Perhaps there is hope after all.
And, Steve, you weren’t blackmailing Huhnar with these snapshots, were you? That would actually explain a lot
Two questions:
WHy do you have an electric range?
Where did you get the fantastic tile pattern…it is wow!!!!
OK, three questions…
Why do you have an Asian country range layout? I have only seen the range in the corner layout in the Asian countries I have lived in or visited. This architectural anomoly I have seen repeated from Korea to the Philippines, and have never seen in an American home unless it was renovated by an Asian family. Is it a Feng Shui thing?
And Steve, can you get a close up of “the rabbit”? I would like to show my husband who is drag assin’ on a vasectomy what it is exctly that I ama talking about whe I say, “its either you or me baby” .
The rubber feet. I have to know how much the rubber feet cost.
You don’t like the Steve Rambo Butt & Dong?
Seriously, aren’t the rubber feet creepy? I think they’re reproductions of some pornstar’s.
You haven’t lived until you’ve fucked a rubber foot. You have no idea what you’re missing.
We were looking at the rubber feet photo, trying to discern the marked price. Could those really cost $90!?
Is Huhnar really gone?
You aren’t accusing me of not having truthiness here, are you, Steve?
(And where are my fucking photos? This post sucks without the photo of Huhnar’s bones floating around in the pot.)
Perhaps the Iranian goverment had something to gain by destroying his remains.