Like I said, I love squeaky toys. And this chicken is, like, the Mona Lisa of squeaky toys. I gave Patty one as a present. We use it to converse with phone scammers.
Here we have a virtuoso of the squeaky chicken toy, performing Bohemian Rhapsody (I almost typed Behemoth Rhapsody: I probably need a nap). I wonder how much practice it took! And who else was in the house while he or she was practicing. I dunno–maybe they can play duets.
Love your writing and your sense of humor.
Hey, thanks!
Would not have liked to be in his house as he practiced but he is very good.
Kind of like…If you don’t like your mother-in-law, buy your son a drum set, and keep it at her house for him to practice.
Now, that is the first really funny thing I have heard or seen all day. Thank you.
All the years I’ve wasted on guitar. 🙂