True Story©... My Emotional Support Rooster™

You’ve seen them in the news and on the internets. People showing up to the airport with the damndest of animals; squirrels, peacocks, sugar gliders, children, hamsters/gerbils, untrained dogs and basically any other animal they probably shouldn’t be trying to bring into the passenger compartment in an airplane. Laws are catching up with these silly-ass attempts at shirking an otherwise ill-defined system and I guess it is all for the better. But did I tell y’all about my emotional support rooster? Stop laughing, it was a real thing. I didn’t even bother giving him a name. As the great both of you may be aware, I LIVE for a good inappropriate double entendre, and there is no doubler of the doubles of being able to talk about my cock and not having it exist as a reference to my winky. One could go as far as to say that my gymnastics with the English language is important to normal existence for me, so the exis...