Something came out of the woods and ate the heads off our chickens—Ozzy?
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Ahahaha! Thanks for putting a smile on my face and a laugh in my belly, Scot.
Hmmm…I would say it was the Chupacabra, but that would mean the Chupacabra is a canibal of its own kind.
still say it was ozzy
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May 6, 2008 at 7:33 am
Ahahaha! Thanks for putting a smile on my face and a laugh in my belly, Scot.
May 6, 2008 at 10:29 am
May 6, 2008 at 6:02 pm
Hmmm…I would say it was the Chupacabra, but that would mean the Chupacabra is a canibal of its own kind.
May 7, 2008 at 1:16 am