He wasn’t the drummer we wanted, (he was no spring chicken) but he already had a set of drum sticks and said he would work for chicken feed, so we gave him a shot… and he was pretty good for a while (even though most of the time he was just winging it) but we finally had to let him go because he refused to work on frydays.
. . . and I just finished a half man / half chicken Saints fan. I’m going to ask my wife for chicken tomorrow night’s supper. Love the chicken drummer!
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Love his expression. That’s real enthusiasm! Great work.