Similar story here my grandparents had a rooster that was the biggest dick ever and would chase us grandkids anytime we'd go outside, he always wait for the sound of the sliding door and book it to us. In conclusion TL DR Roosters are fucking dicks I’m thinking like “Okay cool he’s not dead, I made my point, maybe he’ll leave me alone.” Nope god loves humbling me mf shakes that shit off and proceeds to full sprint at me, like I just stole his entire life saving, and he had nothing to lose at that point. I’m freaked, I hated that mf but I never would kill an animal, but by god that dude got back up. Then looked at the little dude, and he was on the ground. Adrenaline pumping, I took a second, noticed that the fuckin pole was bent at almost a 90 degree angle. I slowly dumped out the trash, and kept eye contact saying stuff like “Don’t even think about it.” Well lil fucker decided to charge at me, without a second thought I fuckin swung on the lil bastard. She asked me to take the burn bin out, and I said “What about the rooster?” She then looked around, found a metal bar for a broom, then said “Here if he goes after you, just whack him.” Well I put my big boy pants on, walked out there, and there he fuckin was waiting for me. Since we lived in the middle of buttfuck nowhere, we of course had a thing called a “Burn Barrel” (Metal Barrel to burn shit in). She had a vicious as fuck rooster, like he would go out of his way to attack people. My aunt had a farm growing up, and of course she had chickens. You haven’t? I find that hard to believe, because I am terrified of roosters.
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