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 existence of my pet rooster was an exercise in emotional s