I am compelled to update you on my chickens. So, one of them is showing signs that she’s about to crap out an egg. She’s doing this perverse act of squatting, and her face is redder then a baboons ass. She’s also squawking her head off while running around announcing it to everyone like an idiot. She reminds me of my mother-in-law. Anyway, today I decided to make a nest box out of recycled garbage. It took me all day. Blood, sweat, and tears to build this contraption. This is what I like to call the “Menstruation Hotel”. This is the finest hotel a hen could ever want to nest in. I mean it’s not like the laughlin hotels or anything because I didn’t have time to add on a casino. But this is just as nice I think. It has a scenic view of the sewage treatment plant next door. The blow flies soaring majestically above gives it that extra feeling of being on a Jersey shoreline. All the sand that cat craps in next to it needs is some medical waste spattered about. She seems to be quite content with her new nest box.